The Weeping Willow tree cries for us,
Such broken promises to shred our trust.
A once built bridge to run swiftly across,
Has fallen through, so falls the moss.
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The divine shade of sheer serenity,
Covering up the eyes of tearful vanity.
So makes the human kind so very weak,
Drops the bomb, therefore, love is tweaked.
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Banishing freedom from this clover field,
Filled with dew from the sadness, you kneel.
Bring back the souls of those pretty pines,
To grant us green thumb, so to shine.
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Shining stars, twinkling, songs of pure,
Wind of sorrow, hush your wicked lure.
We dance in shadows of fantasy so fair,
With ivory tusks and that gazing stare.
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Into the moon, transluscent sanctuary,
Love rewards, with luscious, ripe berry.
Breaking the dam, all wag-ed war is lost,
Forever the dawn, arising glory, at no cost.
***
The Weeping Willow cries no more,
The rays of sunlight beam from it's core.
Beautiful sphere of fire, above in sky,
Looks down upon earth, with unblinded eye...
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