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Dec 2015
I love the movement of the weeping willow tree
it's outstretched branches,
it's leaves like stretched out lips.

I love the way she dances when sat upon a river bank,
with all the beauty that rides beneath.

I love her cape that whispers sweet nothing's
as we sit together beneath her crown,
resting, drinking Indian lemon tea
whilst the world just rotates around.
Written by
Rob Kingston  England
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