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Beneath the Willow

Hyn Edwit is a university student who writes poems and stories reflecting his inner thoughts.

With careful steps

The grass part ways

Dishevelling the dews

Reminiscent of the past morning

The trail continues

Surrounding the lake

with good measure

And, melting the lone willow

ending its peaceful venture

For every step

his breath hitches

his vision blurry

with one dangling arm

stained with crimson

A path he marked

by the copper smell

followed by a foolish maiden with

eyes captivating the mist,

her fragile body embraced

with the floating linen

The willow bent

reaching out to the maiden

sleeping in her bed, overflowing

with an entity elusive to touch, adorned

with the ever growing scarlet

much to his delight

The willow stared

hearing a stifle confused

with laughter,

as if cradling the now blunt edge,

a stranger

to the touch of the innocent

much to her regret

Only the ripples disturb

the stillness of the bed,

Only the person beneath the willow

held the sheath

of that misty morning, mourning,

grinning at the heavens beyond

the canopy

The willow kisses

the bed of the fallen warrior,

grieving the pretense untold:

he was she

and now, she is he...


Reminiscent of what should be

© 2020 Hyn Edwit

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