Ancestors by Anaïs

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Nov 2019

Upon that
willow tree
I find my
ancestors
carved in;
It was
tranquil,
Wind
interlocking
with strands
of my brown hair,
I whisper
nonsense,
hoping my
hellos
receive replies
from souls
long passed

I hate high school.

Written by

Anaïs 19/F

(19/F)

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