Freeing Words from Their Cages
Poetry and Mini Memoir Journal Entries
Monday, August 15, 2011
The Tree
The tree might sway but the heart stays fast.
The skin might peel but the rush stays new
As the willow weeps with age, the blossom of love holds tight
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