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Among The Willow Branches
There was no pond when you came here
you have stood and your tears have pooled
now I stand by though summer may call
choosing the site as most suited
You are the willow bending over the pond
and just as time's appointments are meaningless
to you, I'd be your close correspondant
but forgive me if I obtrude, understand when I recede
I choose the site most suited, or it chooses me
and chained by honesty where we belong
we commence to compliment the scene as one
Published 26th Sep 2018
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30th Sep 2018 10:52pm
30th Sep 2018 11:56pm
Thanks for reading billysnaggsnaggy, I hope you enjoyed the poem.
I don't know how I can help you here. Isn't the poem more about the wistful individual narrating the piece, rather than the tree mentioned?
I think what we have here are a few simple lines concerning melancholic and perhaps even depressive feeling. There's no mystery here.
I don't know how I can help you here. Isn't the poem more about the wistful individual narrating the piece, rather than the tree mentioned?
I think what we have here are a few simple lines concerning melancholic and perhaps even depressive feeling. There's no mystery here.
1st Oct 2018 1:23am
