weeping willow
i weep with the weeping willow
that takes the rain from the bow
the droplets i filter for falling
my sober sadness is calling
the sky is sharing her tears
on my weeping head, my fears
are deep and i don’t wear a hat
i feel sorrow for my earthy bed
land and water are weeping
trying to hold and keeping
the rain is raised by the sea
the sky is showering on me
Labels: poems 3
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