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The Laughing Willow
The weeping willow laughed
as we sat on checkered grass
chattering to the hovering whispers of green wind chimes
cheesing, cracking up as the wine fizzled out of time
the sun set, fingers intertwined
golden sun kissed facial peaks
gleamed with evidence that love speaks
empty wicker, hollow glass
birds pick up crumbs from littered grass
we make our way to home at last
in our hearts we will always hear
the whisper of the weeping willows laugh
