‘Willow,

Posted on by jojo alwaealy Posted in Forrest & PathTagged , , , , , , , ,

What is my sorrow?

To have a desire, to fly,

with misfit of butterflies.

As I am not wrong

I prolong my steps

as I fall down from the skies.

Before time begun

to walk down my space,

I would linger over my grace.

Have I not shared

my soul? To as I hide my face.

Eye to eye I stand,

to as I whisper… to my disgrace.

“To love or to be loved?”

Of these questions I surrender

my spells; ‘to dust I will return.’

Heaven and earth, take me home

to a place I belong under willows glace.

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With much love & inspiration written by me,

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16 thoughts on “‘Willow,”

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    silent poetry says:

    Awww wow this is beautiful jj… These words are pouring beauty. Gracefully written, such an amazing poem. Feeling each line, really lovely piece 😊🌹

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