As a young girl, she often found herself sitting beneath the willow tree in her backyard, talking to it as if it were her closest friend. She confided in it her deepest secrets, dreams, and fears. And to her surprise, it would answer back in its own way. As she grew older, she dismissed it as her imagination.
Many years later, she returned to her willow feeling lost and alone. As she began to speak, the tree rustled its branches gently. A sense of comfort washed over her as if the tree were telling her that everything would be alright.
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Cezarina Trone
Writing a new world into existence, bringing magic, ease & wholeness to others 'making them light up from the inside'. Apart from writing, I dedicate all my time facilitating sound therapy and quantum energy sessions: www.cezarinatrone.com
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Comments (1)
This was so evocative! Loved your beautiful poem!