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The Willow

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I am the willow
 
You are the river
 
I bend, I sway with the wind,
 
I hang my majestic head and surround you
 
Offering shelter when the world is falling down

Baring my soul’s scars to your heart.

 
I will never break, I will never give up
 
My roots will run deep, through granite crust, rocky layers,
 
hardened clay to get to you, my cool water
 
As long as it takes.
 
I am the willow
 
You are the river.

Copyright©2017
Linda Lee Lyberg
 

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