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Beneath the willow's gentle sway, Where whispers of the heart can play, Two lovers meet in twilight's glow, As soft winds dance and rivers flow. Its branches drape like tender arms, Embracing dreams and secret charms, The leaves, like laughter, twirl and spin, In this sacred space where love begins. The moonlight filters through the green, Casting shadows where they have been, With every rustle, every sigh, The willow bears their love's sweet cry. Together, they find solace here, With every glance, their hearts draw near, In the hush of night, their spirits blend, Under the willow, where time won't end. So let the world around them fade, In this haven, where memories are made, For in the arms of the willow tree, Their love will bloom, forever free.

Ryu

Beneath the willow's tender boughs, where shadows softly play, I once met a girl so fair, upon a summer's day. The willow whispered secrets sweet, of love's enduring grace, And in its shade, their hearts did meet, a tender, warm embrace. The willow swayed with gentle breeze, and branches low did bend, To shelter love that blossomed there, where hearts did softly depend. Its leaves, like whispers in the night, sang songs of hope and dreams, And in its shade, their love took flight, like sunlight through the streams. I, now grown, returns once more, to where the willow stands, and in its branches, memories, slip gently through his hands. For it began, so pure and true and bright, The willow tree, a witness to, the magic of that night. So let the willow stand in time, a symbol of their tale, Of love discovered, hearts entwined, where whispers never fail. For in its leaves, and gentle sway, the echoes still remain, Of me and my willow tree who found our way, in love’s eternal reign.

Abby

In the glade where whispers weave, She finds solace beneath the willow’s sleeve. With branches low, a gentle embrace, Nature’s refuge, her sacred place. Sunlight dances through the leaves, As she weaves her thoughts and weaves her dreams. In the shade of verdant green, Her heart is light, her soul serene. Willow’s wisdom, ancient and wise, Reflecting the tales of azure skies. She confides in secrets only they know, Shared in whispers, soft and slow. Seasons pass, yet the bond remains, Through summer’s warmth and autumn’s rains. With each year, roots dig deeper still, A testament to an iron will. In the embrace of this gracious tree, She discovers the strength to simply be. And as the stars begin to gleam, She finds peace in the willow’s dream.

Abby

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

Ryu

I once loved a flower so much and instead of picking it, I left it alone.

Abby

"I wore the masks you chose for me, swallowed the words you didn't want to hear, and built myself around your anger, yet your eyes never softened when they looked at me."

Ryu

"The compass of my heart spins wildly now, its needle drawn to places it can no longer call home."

Abby

"I lingered at the edge of your world, a star burning quietly, unnoticed in your vast, indifferent sky."

Ryu

"I water the garden or could have been with tears, waiting for flowers that refuse to bloom."

Abby

"I carry you in my chest like a stone heavy, unyielding, and carved with the sharp edges of what once was."

Ryu

"I replay your words a thousand times, searching for a meaning you never meant."

Abby

I used to be so good at art, I don't know what happened.

Ryu

I remember you saying you like this, So i bought it for you.

In this society where every person you meet seems to have it all together, admitting that I am struggling too feels embarrassing because there's like this unspoken rule that I should always be strong, independent, in control, anything that doesn't show any weakness, any vulnerability.

Willow Tree: The Untold

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