Her eyes, so full of stories,
reflect the golden light of the evening.
She watches the roots lengthen,
like memories stretching out,
and touching every part of her soul, gently
In the clearing,
where the night filters through,
The branches hang like curtains from a distant past...
Peace here, under the willow,
acceptance of what was and what will be...
I remember the words you said,
echoes linger in my head.
We're finding our place, our truth...
under the willow, in the clearing of the night...
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