A Weeping Willow
- Taylor Thomas
- Jul 12, 2025
- 1 min read
I sit under the weeping willow Watching the world go by
The branches so soft Bending to my will Im protected here
Natures softness wrapping itself around
me
A momentary bandage from scars that are still open
I watch the people go by and wonder about their stories
Because I want someone to notice mine


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