Weeping Willow

July 16, 2015

Weeping Willow,

why do you cry?

Your back is arched

against the sun

And you never look

at the sky.

Birds flit among your

sullen limbs,

You care not of the lover's

carvings in your chest

And yet,

you weep,

And yet,

you weep.

(J.S.S.)

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