Poem -
Willow Tree 2
By: Pix5
She sits there under the willow tree,
She sits, and thinks,
And there under the willow tree,
Where the ground is stained red,
And her cuts deeper than its roots,
Her head hung lower than its branches,
Right there beneath that willow tree,
Where the ground has been stained red.
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