Wordless the willow weeps
I will lie within her boughs
Inflection of her crying tones
Whilst not bother me
Art thou not a sanctuary to many?
So what say you of your moan?
Slender in your parasol of branches
Say not I feel for you
Articulate to the breeze that enfolds you
Remain with me here tranquil, poignant
May my lure compel you?
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What then say you?
Is the secret to your weep?
Christened are you not…
The weeping willow
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