The winds that whip my worry around
Found me naked under the willow by the sound
It yelled that i could not escape my fate
Must confront or succumb to hate
Not of anyone else, or anything
But of myself and the worries I bring
The willow once a happy tree,
but now it weeped because of me.

My life is lived through words and how I mold them into poetry- Jorge Luis Borges

this is quiet, powerful and resonant. Thank you.

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thank you

My life is lived through words and how I mold them into poetry- Jorge Luis Borges

I have often pondered upon weeping willow trees. They used to scare me as a child, gently swaying in the wind. They knew something, they saw all I often thought. And I was frightened of what that was...what the sorrowful tree knew that I didn't. Your piece was lovely.
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When One learns
to live without fear,
then One cannot be broken.

thank you

My life is lived through words and how I mold them into poetry- Jorge Luis Borges

which you greatly displayed here:

Not of anyone else, or anything
But of myself and the worries I bring
The willow once a happy tree,
but now it weeped because of me

short, succinct, rhythmic, and appreciated.

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