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The Willow Tree

Timeless irreverence
Spiraling light and lust-
continuing endlessly.
Doing the dance of a million steps
done so stoically before.
Patchwork patterned trysts, left
Unsaid, unscorched, unfettered
by the apex of time.

Sharp beauty under a pebble-
in the cusps of a swaying leaf.
I sit silently- gazing intently
at the willow tree outside the window.
Rocking merrily in the wind
Slowly waltzing its smooth, sedate steps
to the melodies of a tranquil life.

With the light bursting through the branches-
landscapes of foliage, silhouetted
so strikingly against
this pale blue sky.

I feel peace.