Walking through fields in the pouring rain.
Wet feet in the main.
Auburn hair falling around her personal suburban skyline.
It's dripping down her neck.
Deep down inside the nape.
The express of  tears passed by on the right side.
She steps over the tracks.
In tears she bows, in respect of her misspent youth.
Lots of mistakes made.
An eraser passed by, with a grin on its face.
It spoke to the wind and the rain.
The words spilled out forgiven.
"My lady we all made mistakes".
All errors, night terrors.
Won't let her sleep.
The pillow in saturation of those tears that she wept.
The lady of the willow .
She cried.
(C) Livvi