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poem 8: Weeping Willow

  • By Cecelia
  • Nov 3, 2016
  • 1 min read

The wind was blowing

The bees buzzing in their hive

The Willows soft leaves sway

as if they were alive

the leaves are drooping

down to the ground

as if it was crying

you could almost hear the sound

 
 
 

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