Weeping Willow

Biography of Weeping Willow

Weeping Willow poet

What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night
It's the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime
It is the little shadow, which runs across the grass
and loses itself in the sunset.

Become the sunshine in the rain
When people feel only pain
As you might be the only sunshine
they see
As you never know what's in there head
or where they may go
in their life of dread.

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Blackbirds

Blackbirds on wings of air
carrying my soul away
Into the depth of depression
Picking away at my heart strings
Carrying pieces of me away
Into a deep pool of darkness
Where no one goes
I stand alone
In the darkness