Beneath the willow
Above the tender soil
Whistle, wind, and blow
River's laugh is sweet
While by the dusty earth, flows
Quick rhythm, repeat
Illuminating
Sunlight charms the slumber's beat
Rising and falling
Autumn skies alight
A gentle melody rings
With song, taking flight
In deep heart awakes
One mind, one spirit, one sight
Bound in blood, it breaks
When all, drifting down
Meets the ground, which voice did shake
Feeds, from sole to crown
Stands tall and royal
The willow, with proud renown
Rooted and loyal
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Prison of Stone
Poetryʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ғʟʏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ɪ ᴍᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ᴀɴᴅ ʙɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ sᴏɴɢ. One journey from the depths of the sea to the edges of the universe. One life that takes us in a thousand different directions yet leaves us chained as we tr...
