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Light of Willow
In the shadows of night, I see a light.
Light is traveling in my soul in search of a melody,
Yet my melody makes no noise and no words come of sense.
The name of my melody is named after nonsense.
The soul questions the light that seems confused,
The light doesn't understand what to answer.
The question resembles a place of willows,
Willow's weeping tree has a hidden answer.
Nobody wonders if the tree has a soul,
A soul who's story is written upon lines of a page,
A page created by the memories of the tree that escaped,
Now, the leaves reminsce Willow's rain.
© Written Dreammares
Light is traveling in my soul in search of a melody,
Yet my melody makes no noise and no words come of sense.
The name of my melody is named after nonsense.
The soul questions the light that seems confused,
The light doesn't understand what to answer.
The question resembles a place of willows,
Willow's weeping tree has a hidden answer.
Nobody wonders if the tree has a soul,
A soul who's story is written upon lines of a page,
A page created by the memories of the tree that escaped,
Now, the leaves reminsce Willow's rain.
© Written Dreammares
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