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The moon, so big and bright, Hangs overhead this night. Seemingly close, But a lifetime away. A lone figure walking, Down a pure white path, Not knowing where to stay. Trouble pressing in from all directions, Nowhere to turn, Tears trying to escape the prison of her eyes. Clouds cast shadows, Dancing along a grassy meadow, Fireflies dart in all directions, Seemingly of mystical creations. The wind blows a whisper, Heard only by her. Leave gently descend, On this scene. She falls back into the grass, Vanishing into nothingness, Never to appear in the same form. A weeping willow matures, Every year it grows. All day it cries, Tears for all those like her, But all night, It sends whispers, To those who need council. She is Aileen, It is the Aileen Tree.
The Aileen Tree
jmroot added this comment 2008-12-15 19:21:28-06:00
wow this is good
nomad4life added this comment 2008-12-19 10:35:40-06:00
wond word : Publish!!!! it looks awesome!
andreaefraser added this comment 2008-12-19 10:10:32-06:00
Oh my freaking goodnesss that is so fricken amazingly epic!
jmroot added this comment 2008-12-15 19:21:28-06:00
wow this is good
nomad4life added this comment 2008-12-19 10:35:40-06:00
wond word : Publish!!!! it looks awesome!
andreaefraser added this comment 2008-12-19 10:10:32-06:00
Oh my freaking goodnesss that is so fricken amazingly epic!