Beneath the weeping willow tree,
Are leaves of fallen glass,
That shatter as they hit the earth,
On contact with the grass.
Beneath the weeping willow tree,
Is cast a night, so black,
And I swear, as you walked away,
I almost called you back.
Beneath the weeping willow tree,
Upon a bed of ice,
I thought about it, once, again,
And then I thought about it twice.
Beneath the weeping willow tree,
I wore upon my sleeve,
A dagger, born of love and loss,
Used only to deceive.
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Beat back these colors from my sight. I care to see them not. Yet vibrant hues of stubborn spring. remain. Spring's song my soul forgot. Beat back these colors from my sight. Discordant to my eye.
I've got a primrose in my pocket,. And a head full of dreams,. Yet my heart is full of sorrow,. And it's bursting at the seams,. There's a crystal rose pinned to my chest,. Right above my heart,.
The clouds rumble Change. Rain in torrents Pain.
Fragrant silence,. Scented,. With hope, and memories seemingly nonchalant in violence. Melancholy breeze,. Attempted,. To soothe, to heal, old sins we breathed. Winter rain,. Relented,.
How lovely to see a post from you. Missed you! How are those ravens? Fat as pigeons after all that food! Great write. Happy New Year to you. ✨🌟✨🌟🌙
@sleepydragon thank you very muchly ☺ I'm glad to be back! Yep, they're pretty clumsy whenever they try to fly now >.< and happy belated new year to you, too! ☺
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