Weeping Willow

She is not a tornado
She is the wind needed to sail
She is not ammo
She is the scope needed in hell
She is not woe
Her smile is hidden under veil
She is the result of a Weeping Willow
Growing taller where she fell
Where others only see shadow
She is the path of a hidden trail
She is not a black hole
She is the breath from which you inhale
She is not the wisdom of Plato
Or the beauty of a comet tail
She is full of love for you
Without measure and off the scale

© Delia Ross. 2019

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