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Flickering light, that sets mood to the night,
How thou kissed me with thy warm sight,
And thy tainted smile set alight the moon,
Emitting warmth from dusk till noon,
But thou is just a figment of mine mind,
Oh how thy disappearance so unkind,
A temporary trance of colour and heat,
May rise to the sky or fall at mine feet.
will-o'-the-wisp whisk mine soul away,
To where thy light shines all day.
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the willow tree
great grace is found
in drooping branch
slight soughing sound
by a liquid crystal stream
where your tendrel'd
boughs are seen

breath stills til
in the breeze you're heard
your sigh and softly singing word
lifted up as on soft cloud
it is as though you
weep aloud

gently does your poetry
open eyes to those who see
and with each story
you have told
there's further grace
unto our souls



soulsurvivor
(c) 6/7/2015
dedicated to
weeping willow


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