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Weeping Willow.

Delilah,
Sit's, & play's her Fiddle,
beneath The Great Willow tree.

On, and on, she play's,
Beneath the Willows Shade,
on this Hot Summer Day.

Every Summer,
She Comes & Greet's;
& the Willow's company is hers to keep.

Every year, time & time;
Delilah's here,
With her fiddle that Shines.

She came to the Willow,
even when she got old;

But She is only a girl,
& Humans, don't last.

One Day,
Delilah, came, went, & never came back.

The Willow knew, The girl had passed.

She was there, She was the willows Friend, but now she's gone;
The Willow will Morn.

This is why,
The Willow Weeps.


Author notes

I wrote this on the spot.

oh, sorry if i have bad spelling.

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  • Meroza
    January 17

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    Ah, a refreshing take on the weeping willows name. And a fine poem too I must admit. Such a tale, and magic within. Really a joy to read.

    Keep strong


  • Lexie
    January 15

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    wow, i love this. it is so amazing. so creative. so awesome. i love how it just flows off the page into the readers mind. like a piece of music flowing out of an instrument into ones ears. great job. i love love love it!