Willow Dreamer
Brushing past,
gentle cold fingers,
silent in a summer breeze.
The shelter a welcome relife
to a soul never deceased.
Blinking away time
and singing a mourning song
is the victim of an endless crime,
a weeping soul,
under a weeping willow.
Copyright © Abby Pe | Year Posted 2011
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