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Sitting under the willow tree
on a hot and gray day 
just passing the evening away 
delicate sounds of thunder 
rumble far far away
watching the winds run and play 
the grass softly turns 
as waves in a Jade run 
while rolling hill’s laze 
a little white house 
in the middle of the planes
small distant beyond all 
under a haloed sun
dark at noon day, cooling 
gentle breeze as it carries a hint of fall 
on its way sitting under a willow tree 
besides a deep pond watching the ripples 
cast a wish upon each stone away
watching every stone as they fall away
my life passing the days away 
feeling an ancient House fluttering in the distant  
on milky white sands emeralds waters lap
with the tears of forgotten life sitting 
under a willow tree 
on a dyeing hot brilliant day 
a dark shadow on horizon race
tossing the stones of a heavy life away 
into a dark emerald pawn 
discarding the stains of my barren days
here comes the raines again 
falling like a new emotion
drop absently drip 
each ripple the moments of thought 
the house white haunted the lands 
where the wind turns
on times Shifting Sands

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