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When the Willow Weeps No More

Walking out beyond the mist

Photo by Paul Macallan on Unsplash

Mist lay over the grass like a shroud,

holding back the morning sunlight.

A weeping willow hung its branches

down, almost as if in mourning.

She walked in between the stones

looking for him.




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J.M. Troppello

J.M. Troppello

Author of Sunflower Quest & Mr. Shipley's Governess | Owner of Mustard Seed Sentinel |

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