On quiet afternoons
When soft winds blow
When grass covers tombs
And delicate buds grow
When drooping branches shade
And birds make nest
Before sun's rays fade
And drowsy children rest
When long days close
And innocent babies sleep
Only one who's vigilant knows
When old willows weep
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 4:54 PM UTC
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