low angle shot of the sun shining through the willow branches


It’s so cozy Here     underyour shade Arms Weeping WillowsProtecting      me “Oh, that scorching hot sun!”you’d exclaimIn truth? How i adoredWhat i thought was You Those branches aboveGrowth of greenThe trunkmy only spine But the covering Was shade you threw; to shrink me downwith lies you spewed Ambivalent rootsOf what I knewI dared …

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