The Willow Weeps
H Heather Burns
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A weeping willow stands
looking out over the
waters
gracefully bends as the
trade-winds whip through
her hair
winter is quickly
approaching
icicles are forming
the days turn cold
nights are lonely
but soon spring will
return
the weather begins to
warm
ice starts to melt
she begins to cry
the waters flow again.
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