The Scent of Water
If I were a willow slowly dying,
the scent of water you would surely be.
My limbs would reach for you, softly sighing
if I were a willow slowly dying.
Would you linger, close beside me lying,
and would you let your sweetness nourish me
if I were a willow slowly dying?
The scent of water you would surely be.
Written 7/15/14 For the contest of Faye Gibson
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
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