There....
by the mainstream of life
is the willow tree,
overhanging branches,
streetlamps
and cascading beams
of light.
As floods of souls walked by
the air filled with words
on occasion -
despair is heard.
Then all sound stops!
For a solitary tear -
smashed into the pavement
but no one hears
except the tender leaves
of the willow.....
frolicking in the wind.
Reach for me -
feel the silk
touch my cheek
let them all walk by
as I stand frozen
in that moment, which
stood alone in time
as a willow leaf -
touched me.
And reminded me -
of life.
by the mainstream of life
is the willow tree,
overhanging branches,
streetlamps
and cascading beams
of light.
As floods of souls walked by
the air filled with words
on occasion -
despair is heard.
Then all sound stops!
For a solitary tear -
smashed into the pavement
but no one hears
except the tender leaves
of the willow.....
frolicking in the wind.
Reach for me -
feel the silk
touch my cheek
let them all walk by
as I stand frozen
in that moment, which
stood alone in time
as a willow leaf -
touched me.
And reminded me -
of life.
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