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Weeping Willow

A Chorus of Leaves

By BuzuPublished 2 months ago 1 min read
Weeping Willow
Photo by Jessica Furtney on Unsplash

The willow, an elegy etched in bark,

drapes its hair in heavy strands of rain.

Each teardrop leaf whispers a name,

a chorus of loss echoing through the lane.

Limbs, once reaching for the sun,

now slump, burdened by memories undone.

Roots, tangled tight in a sorrowful embrace,

grip the earth where laughter used to trace

a path of sunlight. The wind, a mournful sigh,

rustles secrets the willow cannot deny.

Aching silence hangs heavy in the air,

a monument to what used to be there.

But wait, a single bud, defiant and bright,

pushes through the curtain of mourning night.

A flicker of hope, a promise yet untold,

that even in sorrow, life can unfold.

ElegyFree Verse

About the Creator


Verses sculpted from the heart, I'm a poet navigating emotions with ink-stained fingertips. Crafting tales that dance between reality and dreams, my words paint a symphony of feelings in the canvas of life. 📜✨ #PoetLife #Wordsmith

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