Soft willow bends to trace the river’s seam,
unraveling the path where currents glide.
Two wings descend—a flash of cobalt blue—
to stitch the water drawing silver through.
Dark silk, while willow secrets softly weep,
as cobalt wings ascend towards the sun,
Leaving the willow trembling at the brim,
unraveling the path where currents glide.








