Oh woe, Willow!
Crying onto your reflection –
A Narcissist in loss.
Unmoving but for rustling fronds:
Tips stroking at the water’s edge.
Mirrored in the River,
Mired in the Bank:
A mane;
A liquid crown;
A malachite fountain
Over Quicksilver,
Flowing.
Reflected into the sky,
Orpheus’ Pain.
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I would like to translate this poem
mirrored in the river. good write. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.