The Willow Weeps
The willow sees,
Its sight saturated with the sadness
Of living,
Seeing that which
Stains the soil with sorrow
And scorn.
The willow sways,
Its limbs encumbered by the entropy
Of living,
Feeling that which
Ferments and feeds, with ferocity,
On felicity.
The willow bleeds,
Its apparation appalled at the apathy
Of living,
Believing in those
That belied and beguiled.
Its heart burdened.
The willow weeps,
Its tears tainted with the turpitude
Of living.
Withering away.
Worn and weary within,
Wasted without.
Legion
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