Willow Tree


 

The heart is a wild creature,

And that is why the ribs are made of cage!

However,mine burnt like an old willow tree.

Every burning scrap came up to my eyes to lighten them up like never before.

The burned scraps rolled down my cheeks and fell into the blue,

As I watched you sail ashore,

And I forever closed the doors.

Doors, to the beautifully burnt house where I once kept you.

 

Author: Ishwari

Editor: Arushi Dubey


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