15 Poems from the Willow
A Tune of Weeds
Handy Pockets
Little Willow seed,
All around you
Warm breeze
Dust on the sunbeam
Like Fairytale dust
Swirling, twirling,
glittering in the sunshine
Gentle noise of bugs
and singing blades of grass
And the hand that protects
Little Willow seed.
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