Sadness weeps.

Like a Willow

flows with

tear drops

of dew.

Stings like ice

feathers

from the

gray weary clouds

Burns like a torch

Orange, Red

and

Glows Raw.

Pierces like a nail

rusty, bent,

and

Needle hollow

Moans like a squall

Roars, Pours,

with

Heavy currents.

Howls like a beast

visciously, unmercifully,

and

Sudden gnaws

Who Knows?

Pain.

But the

Soul.

Cries

in

anguish

Silence.

Like a Willow.

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