Beneath the willows

In time somewhere within my mind

I realize photos of yesterdays

shall serve a purpose as a reminder

exactly what my heart seen

that helped others like myself

crawl through gray days.

I believe beneath the willows

a magical place exists where words

are formed by faeries until

beauty sneaks into each line

creating in time what I wanted to say.

Think of moments like that

with no effort, free..

willow

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