Frost bullies away
Us people into shelter
Yet willows stand strong.
Discomfort, comfort,
The fireplace; all mere wants.
Yes, we need to want
Yet willows stand strong
In the face of November,
Battered by the breeze.
Yes, we need to want.
This- this is what separates
The root from it's branch.
Yet willows stand strong-
In frost, yet I crave fire
Yes, I need to want.
Yes, I need to want.
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