🍁WILLOW AND WINTER🍁
Love’s early days were like the willow’s grace,
Soft and lovely in its gentle place.
Yet storms would come, uninvited, wild and strong,
Trampling all that once felt right and true and long.
Drought followed, leaving only broken shards,
Then winter laid its cold and icy guards.
But through the frost, new seasons stirred and woke,
And like the willow, it again bespoke
Beauty reborn, tasting the snowflake’s breath,
Rising once more from the quiet depths of death...06152026 ©LanZhan🌄朝朝暮暮🎑 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳 안나 메이 델라 차이나...🇨🇳:1005:805
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