Drooping bows,
Touch the ground,
With time they grow,
The willow’s woes.
His downcast arms,
Mean no harm,
Just to say,
“Keep away."
"I will weep in wetted soil,
Lest your pant legs become soiled,
Keep away! Keep away!”
Aug 10, 2010
Aug 10, 2010 at 1:33 PM UTC
Drooping bows,
Touch the ground,
With time they grow,
The willow’s woes.
His downcast arms,
Mean no harm,
Just to say,
“Keep away."
"I will weep in wetted soil,
Lest your pant legs become soiled,
Keep away! Keep away!”