If willows wisps
could ever stay
beneath their haloed tree,
and all that they
would ever say
is all that they could be,,
in winds of still
and sour change
and scars that never mend,
id grab sweet to
your holy roots
humbled in love
no end.
Absolutely exquisite .
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