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Under a weeping
willow
sitting
wind courting
the leaves.

whispering softly
over and over
a name.

reaching in the
evening
grasping for your
hand

so near, almost
touching
suddenly slipping
away.

In the distance
looking
a shadow
approaching

now walking
beside me
so familiar
reflections of
you.

looking out over
the water
clouds gather
then moisture
raindrops begin
to surface
the sky cries.

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