The Weeping Willow
She always thought
the willow was in disguise.
Its drooping branches
reminded her too much of her eyes.
The way its leaves give
too easily in the breeze
reminds her of how she
gives her love to men with ease.
Just as the willow
bends under the snow,
stress takes her to
a place far below.
But the roots are strong
and steady in the storm;
lost in the shadows,
but the sun will be warm.
The storms will be brutal,
and they won't always be fair;
but just like the willow,
Spring will put flowers in her hair.
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