An oak tree, solid I stand
by you–
you, a weeping willow,
disappear when
e a s y
is no longer the road.
Even if you uprooted me,
my foundation remains.
An oak tree, solid I stand
by you–
you, a weeping willow,
disappear when
e a s y
is no longer the road.
Even if you uprooted me,
my foundation remains.
A Cornered Gurl 
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