“My Weeping Willow” Revised
Willow branches, weeping low,
shed no tears for me,
shading lovers who once sat beneath,
the brushes of your tree.
buried within the thickened bark,
the sounds of love's first kiss,
hold those moments deep within,
do nothing more than this.
one day your i'll revisit your secrets,
and sit under your green leaf shade,
listening to the whisper of lovers,
a melody that first blush made.
By: Ash es
I take NO claim to this poem, it is was a re-vision of my original poem, which I guess anyone can do and place their name on it as their own masterpiece?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
like this one better