Wallowing Willow

Sometimes the mind needs a place to rest.

Oh shed tears
weep my willow
for this amber trunk
seeks shadowed refuge.

Where winds cool
the beaten mind
once mine
no more.

Reviews

[J.]

No more tears?
No more energies spent in the wrong hands?
No more sadness, pains, grief?
I could go on. This just brings all of this and more to mind

[Sami Khalil]

Where winds cool
the beaten mind.
A nice write.