A Weeping Willow Mourns
She is in her willows, with grey stones, for pillows Speckled with the mossy green, alongside what might have been Mourner’s do come and go The lonesome winds still blow as the trees billow out, the doleful songs, no doubt Rusty streaks upon the marker, behind the sun grows darker
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2018
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