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Willow
by Lea Wülferth
Willow tree by the water
Rushing by as you stand
Many times you could have broken
But instead you chose to bend
With a nod as the wind blows
Every moment that you spend
You let time’s upheavals pass
No matter what evils are sent.
Willow tree, won’t you tell me,
How you grew bowing down
Are you humble, are you peaceful,
Are you standing your ground?
And the willow whispered slowly
What you don’t understand
Is the slow strain of silence
That I broke each time I bent.
Born and raised in Düsseldorf, Germany, Lea Wülferth has been living in Brooklyn, NY since 2009, writing and making art under her own name and the pseudonym L Peregrine. Her work explores themes of freedom, identity, memory, and truth(s) on a personal and socio-political level. She was named Author of the Month by Spillwords Press, has published poems and artwork, and has exhibited paintings and mixed media art at the Brooklyn Museum, Pratt Institute and YouTooCanWoo.
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