Ashes and Willow Trees
You were inherently flawed
Searching for substance in places devoid of meaning
-And I was a willow
Weeping beneath a crimson sun.
The two of us inextricably bound.
You were inherently flawed
Searching for substance in places devoid of meaning
-And I was a willow
Weeping beneath a crimson sun.
The two of us inextricably bound.
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New Shoes
Wed 25th Feb 2026 00:35
Bravo!
You may write us a poem of how your hair shines brighter than fire when beholden to the evening light as your skin glows of an ambience that would suggest you were the Sun Goddess holding the marble of eternity, or maybe I'll write it for you?😁