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The Willow

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.

Linda Lee Lyberg

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