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.
15 thoughts on “Solid”
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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.
Comments are closed.
A Cornered Gurl 
Such fantastic imagery, but such a lonely picture at the end.
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It is a bit lonely and sad. Thank you for reading, Lisa.
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You’ve given me insight into the word solid in a way I never imagined.
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💙
Thank you.
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Always appreciate YOU
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This powerful contrast paints a picture of true strength. No matter the difficulties, the oak tree remains standing strongly rooted, even as it bears its scars. Very nice.
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Thank you! I am so happy that you pulled the meaning right out of it. That was my intention.
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The concluding lines are so powerful and beautiful!
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Hey, there! Thank you!
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Most welcome 🙂
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Love the imagery, Tre.
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Reblogged this on LIVING THE DREAM.
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THE WORDS FLOW SO SMOOTHLY AND YET LEAVE A GREAT RESULT, CHINA
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Peace. Thank you very much for reading.
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