In dreams

sorenbarrett

On my pillow I slept while outside willows wept

Drifting in a dream, the storm outside went unseen

In the morning when I awoke, the willow at the roots had broke

It does no good to weep or grieve, from the willow, no more shade I'll receive

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 6th, 2024 06:15
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Comments3

  • Thomas W Case

    Excellent work. Strong emotion.

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks Thomas appreciate the comment

    • orchidee

      Doh! Poor willow!

      • sorenbarrett

        You got the point indeed Orchi. Thanks for the read

      • Doggerel Dave

        A parable about world events, I think. They happen, I don't witness them, but only later does their importance reach me, sometimes effect me.
        Admiration for the construction and rhyme as usual, Soren.

        • sorenbarrett

          Thanks Dave appreciate the review



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