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Over A Dead Willow

Over The Dead Willow Tree
Lies The weakest of the saplings
It's fragile branches embracing the unknown

For it grew where a wizened willow once stood
That anew-ed willow tree
Alone on the battle field

For it was alive
Where nothing yet everything was aloof
Only the strongest survive




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