Under The Weeping Willow Tree Poem by Micron

Under The Weeping Willow Tree

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Explorer will you dare to walk into the hidden depths of my forest
Where trees stand close and bracken is closest
Battle through its growth and there you find
Hidden in the depths of my mind
A beautiful clearing which is crystal clear
And not another living soul is near
With bright blue skies and cotton wool cloud
A silver river graceful swans, white and proud
Tall reeds sway in the gentle breeze
And around the brightly coloured flowers, fly bees
But this wondrous perfection is my bolt hole
For crying under the weeping willow lies my ripped out soul
Exposed only in this secret place the hidden part of me
Feelings heightened in the beauty of this perfect refuge from reality
Silent tears glisten running down the grass blades heavily
They plop and sink into the dark brown rich earth
For I feel for many I have so little value and worth
I try so hard and deeds done and given
Things people would reject I have forgiven
My words can never express my stabbing hearts pain
For all my attempts always end up in vain
My glistening eyes search for my soul mate someone to be kind
But in my heart I question its too late will this I ever find
Sometimes the world seems so bad and my heart aches
For the more I try I just make more mistakes
So here I escaped to patch my disillusioned heart broken and crying
But silly me I guess I wont give up ever trying
And so for a short time I release feelings under this weeping willow tree
Sorry explorer in this place instead of golden treasure you found me.

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