POEM – WHOLE AGAIN
Each soft black strand dangle openly.
Like the branches of a weeping willow tree swaying over her river bank gracefully.
They used to yearn to touch the stars.
Perhaps even be bold enough to kiss mars.
The depths of the oceans always seemed too shallow.
To quench the thirst on her pride that she could never seem to swallow.
What was taken from her was scandalous.