The Weeping Willow

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The Weeping Willow’s wallows
are a senseless sort of sadness.
Her loping leaves reach other trees,
but she is only touched by madness.

The wintery woods are watching
and will whisper of the Willow’s woes.
So she struggles to keep her secrets safe
& tries to hide all that she knows.

The flailing Weeping Willow
is wailing to the whitewashed moon.
Wind whistles through her wispy veins,
as she’s

wishing,


wanting,



waiting

for her Summer to start soon.





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