Tree of Whispers
I sit beneath the willow tree
pretending I can hear
it's hanging leaves of whispers
swaying gently past my ear
every tiny bit of gossip
every secret rendevous
all the cries and girly giggles
it must have been a witness to
each leaf an unturned page
in a never ending book
how I treasure this tree of whispers
sat here in it's cozy nook
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