swaying in the breeze,
willow trees rustle quietly.
there's always calm before
the storm is brewing.
torrents of wind
crashing and bashing
against our castle.
imagination is wild,
palpable daggers smash
the window.
unroot the willow,
earth cries.
hard and fast love
and passion burning.
sweetheart, kiss me.
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