From dusk till dawn,
this is the calm before the storm.
and only at twilight,
will the great winds whistle
their cries
of endearment.

only they will churn the spools of soul,
will change the twines of thread
that make up the heart.
only the tune of the willow
can bend you
can break you
or make you whole again.

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