The Weeping Willow
A Dirge for Lost Dreams
The willow weeps, its branches heavy with rain,
Mirroring tears that silently cascade, a constant refrain.
Beneath its emerald veil, dreams lie scattered and drowned,
Lost whispers of hope on barren ground.
Sunlight struggles to pierce the leaves' thick curtain,
Casting shadows of longing, where futures once uncertain.
Memories flit like fireflies, fleeting and dim,
Each flicker a reminder of what might have been within.
A mournful breeze sighs through the willow's embrace,
Carrying echoes of laughter, in this desolate space.
The only music, the raindrops' gentle patter,
On cracked pavement dreams, echoing a shattered matter.
Will the sun ever break through, chase away the despair?
Can new dreams take root, where memories lay bare?
The willow weeps, its sorrow a poignant plea,
A reminder that even in darkness, life eternally seeks to be.
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I write poems to express my feelings since 2020... and now I'm going to start posting them! Love you all :)
Comments (1)
This was extremely emotional! Well done!