Flight of the Willow Queen
On an aimless flight,
she wanders to and fro,
searching for another
sunny day
Her eyes like rays of sunshine,
her hair as wispy as the willow
and her lips taste of fallen dew,
She is bathed in morning's
quiet dawn, and when she
takes a deeper look, the
knowledge floods into
her mind with the rising
of the sun
She opens her heart as
her voice rises in
perfect harmony with
the wind and she sings
praises once more to
the heavens and the earth
Lynn West
(c) 2011
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