A Willow Tree
A willow tree stands alone
Under the open blue sky
Drooping to the Earth in sorrow
As the peaceful day goes on
the breeze that whistles through the leaves
makes them dance with joy
from the trunk to the highest branch
this tree is radiant
its desire to soak up the sun
can be all that it knows
spazmsg commented on A Willow Tree
07-13-2009
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Sunset | 0 | 08/05/2009 |
| Insomnia | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| His Goddess | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| A Willow Tree | 1 | 07/13/2009 |
| Shadows | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| This moment | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| People always leave... | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| Lying on the Floor | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| Russian Roulette | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
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