Find me at the place you first found me
under the weeping willow tree
where poets gather round after dark
reciting the poetry that sounded like incantations to you
Search for me at the place you lost me
deep in the cold mystical forest
where my scars scare you away
and the myth of poets went to die here blends with the wind
fear consume your whole being, so you flee instead
leaving me with your chain of reasoning
a poetry written by me inspired by Willow – TS
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