My tears have fallen so relentlessly, they no longer leave tracts instead they take forms like leaves on a willow tree. now they rest swaying gently on the breez my breath blows from the storm brewing within me. To find peace mine eyes search for thee, to find hope my hands reach for thee, my heart takes root and becomes that willow tree, where i will lie within waiting for what seems an eturnity, my arms; branches bowed, my body its trunk and so shall i await you as this willow tree, alone in this storm, i will wait for you forever apon bened knee...
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Bursting with beauty. Well done my friend!