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Oct 2012
Sit beneath the weeping willow,
Let its tears caress your face
Observe the weathered bark
Its gnarled, reaching limbs
As its cascades and waterfalls overcome you
I am your weeping willow,
You are my healing touch,
My sun.
Christy Pavoncello
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Christy Pavoncello
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