Sunday, August 1, 2010

Weeping Willows


Tears slipping down
While black smudges our sodden faces,
Joy is wrung out
While regret replaces.

Branches hang still
As confidence droops low
Frowns eclipse the sun
Covering up all of its glow.

Breezes waft as gently
As babies' first breath,
Mending their insides
Their secrets being kept.

Optimism blazes orange
Bright on the wiggling branches,
Happiness shines clear
As in new romances.

Soaking up the willows' lesson,
Knowledge from the trees
Brightening our futures,
Our mistakes meaning less than they seem.

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