Where the Willow Trees LeanA Poem by Death's PoetAround the Bend At the rivers end A girl sat quietly As this poem was penned She tossed out a stone Into waters unknown And smiled through raven hair The wind had blown Lifted skirts in her hand She ventured of land And into the creek Her toes mingling with sand A beautiful scene Of youth pure and clean I paint for you Where the willow trees lean © 2015 Death's Poet |
StatsAuthorDeath's PoetThe Asylum I call my MindAboutWelcome to my poetic diary. I use this website to pour out my emotions and as a creative outlet. I started writing when I was very young and have been in love with it since. I struggle with a lot of d.. more..Writing
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