Her frantic thrust bound deep into ideals
Romantic death of deeds she failed to reconcile,
A world exchanging little for her competence-
Leaves the willow widow left to fire home.
SOLEMN is the only sound the whisper willow knows
An ear to hand that lacks of contemporary flow-
Accepting not of all the due left upon her leaves-
Thy poor widows left to sway her-self away from all she sees.
Baugh reaching from the quiet-widows-wish
The only branch extending to the top of heavens bliss-
So cover me thy sweet divine,
And leave me love my widow for all-time.
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this is very deep write. I have read it a couple times and I still fid that there is a hidden messag somewherewithin it.
great write and goodlcuk -
nice write. good luck
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