The weeping willowA Poem by S. S. Allen
Who can make the weeping willow happy?
Who can make her sad? Perhaps one who strikes a melancholic cord? A happy note? Her silences are golden But at the same time, unsettling. Me thinks... A kiss shared Makes heart and her lips quake. Something better than love. Something healing... And she becomes insatiable. © 2018 S. S. Allen |
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