Broken Dream

September 22, 2009
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Willows bare no leaves
In the grave of broken dreams
A bird sits still
In the branches
of the willow that bare no leaves
Singing a song of sorrow
Of the lover who left her
She sings and sings
Nothing responds
The little bird dies
Never to be heard again





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