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willow sophie Jun 2019
She sits upon the roots
of the wise oak tree.

"Tell me, what must I do?" she asks hopefully.

"I cannot answer your query, for I do not know what you should do,
but I know someone who could help you." the oak responds.

"Well, who?"

"The Universe."
willow sophie Jun 2019
A bridge of wood and rope
above a canyon filled with water
waits to be crossed.

A fathomless pit under you,
a glorious destination across.
Shall you cross,
or shall you stay?
willow sophie Jun 2019
You will only accept my words
if I am on my knees, inferior,
while you stand on your feet, superior,
looking down upon me.
willow sophie Jun 2019
The hum of the bees,
the chirping of red sparrows,
life is as you please.
willow sophie Jun 2019
The bells ring slowly,
signifying sorrow
as you join the dead.

(11w haiku)
willow sophie Jun 2019
Welcome to the home of a narcissist,
extravagance not unheard of,
especially
when it comes to the mask
of your host.
willow sophie Jun 2019
You speak only words of pessimism,
a clear mind of prosperity
and optimism
unfamiliar to you.
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