Weeping Willow.

Wallace

I picked a weeping willow.

And placed it on her pillow.

When she wakened from her sleep.

Her love i did reap.

No more her heart is unlovingly cold.

Her soul no longer black but coloured gold.

Now that willow no longer does weep.

I'm the shepherd and she my sheep.

 

 

  • Author: Wallace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 15th, 2018 02:07
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • Goldfinch60

    Beautiful write.

    • Wallace

      Thank you.

    • Poetic25

      Wallace,
      a sweet and short piece that tells a story in your heart

      Michael 🙂

      • Wallace

        Thank you.



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