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Silent Willow

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The willow is silent.
The elder of the forest,
it cannot become ashes;
to live to see it's children,
to feel the dewy moss beneath it's roots.
The sky brings down steady beats,
crying tears for it's dismal pain.
Goodbye, sweet music,
goodbye to the soft dirt.
It's bark is rough and ancient,
not fit for this misery.
The willow is silent,
it is silently mourning.
It mourns for the wind,
for the wind will never blow around it again.





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Emily said...
Jan. 28, 2009 at 3:55 am
This is one of the greatest poems ever.
Even with the its mistake, I simply adore it.
 
Bee said...
Jan. 26, 2009 at 9:58 pm
"The sky brings down steady beats,
crying tears for it's dismal pain."

Those are my favorite lines from the poem. This may sound silly, but I like that you never directly mentioned rain. You're really good at this!

(P.S. Change the "it's" to "its". Unless you meant "it is".)

--Bee
 
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