Take Heed

O old chief of a willow tree,
Feed your branched offspring,
Angry weeps from my wells,
Filled by forgotten headlines,
I know few facts to share,
Wounds hold us together,
Dreams lift us together.
Though wars only –
Deepen our wounds,
Shatter our dreams –
My
Form
Crumbles
O old chief of a willow tree.

Saturday, 15thof August 2015
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