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Wispering pines and weaping willows
all hold the secret to my soul, as they
were the first to know of the night
we first kissed, we first held each
other so tightly with so much pasion
Why is it so difficult to forget something
so painfull, why is it so painfull to be
difficult and warm at the same time
You blew your branches filled with an aroma
of the hills of pine waving a gentle breeze
with the aid of the willow's fan
Your lips never tasted as sweetly as the night
the pines and willows were our only visitors
in harmony they were singing to us, and the
willow knew all along, the emptiness would
stay with my soul blanketed with the aroma
and gentleness of a warm summers night....
Bonnie Collins
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