willow
and while the world burned your willow remained untouched and I would crawl to you – desperate for some shelter I left my heart there – underneath your roots covered
Author: Ebba Thoresson
a gravestone with no name
They stand there by a grave The name’s not mine But they mourn me all the same I want to scream To tell them I’m still here “No, you’re someone
Ivy
the same flame that gives a flower warmth to grow can burn another down your little spark – oh, how it gave me solace and oh, how I will cherish