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{The Willow}
The weeping willow cries for you
Until winter sucks up its breath
Coming anew is a thorn
The willow provides shelter
With curiosity of the thoughts below
But cannot hear
You're beckoning the same melody
As up above
If two beings feel pain
Does it make a sound?
No
Time replaces all losses
Soon they'll both be at times end
The clock stopped
Or rather skipped
The unfortunate end to this tale
Sympathy grew old early
and passed
Along with guilt
and remorse
Providing no new seed
For the loam below
