The Willows
whisper in the wind
their limbs unbound
swaying gently.
They gently sweep
away your sorrow
as you watch their
beauty whole.
Sit beside them
under the moon
let them hear
your sorrows
let them partake of your joy
whisper back in a moments
time, for the Willows
know.
How does my dreamlike description work in this short peice?
Comments
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I love willow trees.
I liked the imagery in this.
You did a beautiful job with this poem.
Keep up the awesome work.
"They gently sweep
away your sorrow
as you watch their
beauty whole."
Simply beautiful.


