Weeping Willow

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    Weeping Willow

    Every word a whisper
    Every kiss so soft
    Every breath more shallow
    and sometimes at a loss
    My words they seem to float on by
    as I give my final kisses good-bye
    Will you lay me please under my
    willow tree where forever I can be
    Mourn not for me, shed not one tear
    for can't you hear my willow always
    weeping for me
    Her limbs will always hold me
    and always keep me safe
    never shall I be lonely in this
    beautiful place
    and forever she shall cry for me
    my lovely weeping willow tree.

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    OSBrooks commented on Weeping Willow

    06-18-2009

    Very nice and beautiful. I loved to read more like this. Try reading Pablo Neruda if you have time. This poem reminds me of some of his earlier work. Now he is one of the greatest of all time.

    SusanLee commented on Weeping Willow

    03-10-2009

    A Natural,simply stated

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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