The Winds of Time
And as the
weeping
willow
stands so
gracefully.
Looking
out over
the
waters.
Appearing
to
be
calm and
reserved.
The winds
of
time
approaching.
Begins
to play
on her
heart-strings.
yet
inside
she
weeps..
poem by Heather Burns
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