Whispers of the Willow

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Beneath the weeping willow’s tender shade,
Where leaves like silver tears brush the ground,
I seek solace in secrets softly laid,
As whispered winds weave tales without a sound.

The branches, like outstretched arms, embrace,
Their slender fingers tracing ancient runes,
And in their sway, a melancholy grace,
A dance of memories beneath the moons.

The roots delve deep, entwined with earth’s own core,
Drawing sustenance from forgotten streams,
While shadows play upon the forest floor,
A symphony of dusk, where twilight dreams.

Oh, willow, keeper of forgotten lore,
Your whispered wisdom echoes evermore.

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