Oh, Whispering Willow
Oh, whispering willow…
please lend me your weeping branch,
so that I may always cling to you-
Head on my forgotten pillow,
falling in the starving avalanche,
me, pretending we're not through.
Oh, whispering willow…
please lend your weeping tissue-
My hungry thirst, will you quench?
Me, pretending not to love you.
October 18, 2016
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