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poem

  • The Willow

    The willow, willow, the willow tree It's leaves, leaves are staring at me The wind blowing softly, a gentle breeze Every tree swaying with ever so ease Quiet whispers startle ...

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic ยท Spiritual
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If it wasn't for poetry, I couldn't express myself.
— Rosendorn