Our Willow
It’s a snapshot of disaster
Love, our willow is no more
Seems my time is running faster
So much faster than before
What’s the reason? There’s no reason
Never listen what they say
A contrived job for the season
Comers do to get their pay
It’s united bloody nations
High concern about my peace
To distribute some frustrations
To cut down for me some trees
That old willow was a wonder
Silver-green leaves used to rustle
I was coming here to ponder
Just to rest awhile from hustle
But I have it on the photo
(And I think I took a few)
When it was a place to go to
Little place to share with you.
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