Old Willow Tree
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tinybug1011
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This is an small poem about hope its not very good...

Old Willow Tree

I cry and scream at the top of my lungs.

Help Me! Help Me!

But no one hears...

Or they do but they choose not to listen.

I can not be saved from this undying pain..

Until I see her

But not see in the physical sense

but in the mental..

I hear her beautiful voice whispering her love in the wind

I smell her in the spring just as flowers bloom

i taste her sweetness in a small cupcake

I touch her as I place my hand on the

Old Willow Tree

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