Pink Willow Tree

Pink Willow Tree

A winter breeze speaks;
make the snow-sands to dance.
On this day,
sun don’t have any chance.

It’s a dream;
or an illusion of reality.
Pink and white,
that’s all dominate me.

Maybe, maybe I don’t,
moments simply pass through me.
I try, maybe I won’t,
while feeling this willow tree.

There’re no hellos,
There’re no byes,
just soft unfamiliar silence.

That’s not an invite;
That’s not an error,
it may just be an embrace.

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A fading day talks,
burns freezing pond to melt away.
At this time,
rising moon can only pray.

It’s a dream;
or a kiss to melt my reality.
Pink on white,
that don’t happen to me.

Maybe, maybe I should,
stop all the beauties to get to me.
I try, maybe I won’t,
to feel a pink willow tree.

There’re no one,
There’re no self,
just blinded unfamiliar time.

That’s an invite;
That’s a magic,
Or it’s just be a crime.

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An opal evening cries,
genie of the dusk comes for rescue.
At this point,
even the passing clouds feel new.

What a dream,
breaks my red inside my veins.
Pink of white,
stop my internal rains.

Maybe, maybe I may,
move the waves off my knee.
I’ll, maybe I may,
leave behind this willow tree.

There’s everything,
There’s life waiting,
just need to feel life and love.

I can reach;
I can fly,
over the tree, like that dove.

like that dove.

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Come to me,
under the willow tree.
Go through me,
over the willow tree.

Come to me.