The Winds Of Time Poem by Heather Burns

The Winds Of Time

Rating: 3.0


And as the
weeping
willow
stands so
gracefully.

Looking
out over
the
waters.

Appearing
to
be
calm and
reserved.

The winds
of
time
approaching.

Begins
to play
on her
heart-strings.

yet
inside
she
weeps..


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Thursday, June 9, 2011
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