15 Poems from the Willow

Two Souls Stand, See?
Handy Pockets

As the mist clears, and
The sun warms my soul.
I , on this stone path
So cool under my feet,
Watch as they come and
Hear their voices increase
He is the first to understand my desire
To learn all I can, it grows like fire.
The two, hand in hand, bring
words to convey how we tend
friends and seeds, through words
There are those who join not
nearly enough; blame those that
Steal their armor and stuff.
I , on this stone path,
Hear their voices increase.

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