Shelter of the Weeping Willow
You drew me to you
with your limbs and leaves
hanging down to protect me.
I thought you was made to cry for me.
but... now I can look at you as protecting me
from the things that makes me cry
and helping me to rise
no matter what the size
you was my shelter in the mist of the storm.
Copyright © April Walter Skyy | Year Posted 2015
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