Sunday, 28 January 2018

Willow.

Every day brings something.
Not one single day brings peace.
Somewhere along the line,
Is a wolf disguised by fleece.
Some days I just want to put,
My tired head to the pillow.
Hiding from winds,
That toy with this hollow willow.

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