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A WEEPING WILLOW
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FALLEN LEAVES A weeping willow, slowly
bows her head,
Trying to hide the tears,
Sleeping in her bed.
Wipeing away the stains,
from the yesteryear.
Standing in the rain,
Alone without a fear.
On a lawn newly mown,
dewdrops melt away.
Saddened by the moment.
Fragments of yesterday.
Looking out over the
waters,
Reflections of the past
Stareing in a mirror,
Cracks are in the looking
glass.
(c) copyright heather burns
Your words come from depths
Your words come from depths which many can only dream of.
great piece I can relate to it because of a situation I'm presently in...
to live is to weep, it's how we wipe our tears that makes the difference.