The Willow
The wind approached the willows
Blowing branches in the air
Just like the heart that billows
Dreaming thoughts of love and care
Upon the wind, across the land
It spreads in subtle ways
At last, the loving takes a stance
Like violin, it plays
A sense of something greater
As the wind picks up its speed
The time, no longer later
As the loving has been freed
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