Weeping by the Willow TreeA Poem by Adam M. SnowWho is she adorned in moonlight's veil - This beauty with skin so fragile and pale? I see her within a dream surreal, Weeping by the willow tree.Weeping by the Willow Tree Written by Adam M. Snow Who is she adorned in
moonlight's veil - This beauty with skin so fragile and pale? I see her within a dream surreal, Weeping by the willow tree.
Why does she weep such a woe, Under starry midnight glow? Upon the ground, her tears will flow; Weeping by the willow tree.
How can I clearly see? She weeps so tenderly... Will I come to know; can it be, She weeps for me by the willow tree?
What can cause her broken heart, That led this dame to hurt? Her hair does fairly touch the dirt; Weeping by the willow tree.
A love that's lost should only be, Misinterpreted reality, For she will never be set free, Weeping by the willow tree.
A heart's amiss if love is lost - An empty bliss would be the cost. A troubled dream, she would exhaust " Weeping by the willow tree.
Every which way the wind would blow, The rustling leaves, the willow'd throw. Akin to willows weep, we know! She weeps by the willow tree.
Is she an angel kneeling there? What is her burden that she bear? Certainly there is such grief in the air, Away by the olden willow tree.
She veils her face with
waterfall tears, Misery held her all these years.
Still she, with tender hopes and
fears, weeps by the willow tree.
The willow tree leaves would
sway, As she, on her knees would pray.
Every night and every day, She weeps by the willow tree.
Standing afar, I thought of her Just a dame, as if it were - A memory cast a blur, A passing wind through the
willow tree.
She wears such woe, what holds
her dear... Amidst these trials of heartache
and fear? Upon the morn, my eyes came
clear - Reason why she weeps by the
willow tree.
Alas! It is that she cries for me; It twas I who caused her such sweet misery. I hear her cries, her plea, Underneath the willow tree.
I oft wonder what I did to she, And wonder why she weeps for me. In the night I hear the keys - While she weeps under the willow tree.
Upon the morn, it occurred to me, That maiden cries out of love for me. And I simply walked past her plea, Not knowing what causes her to weep, Silently under the willow tree.
The succeeding night I went to see, That beautiful girl who sits under the tree. I saw her there, but in despair - She hangs from two branches bare. Swinging under the willow tree. © 2016 Adam M. SnowFeatured Review
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Added on August 12, 2015Last Updated on March 13, 2016 Tags: night, death, nature, family, friend, love, romance, world, earth, beauty, blind, dark, poetry, prose, short, dream, fantasy, snow, stars, broken, time, haiku, lyrics, faith, hope, twilight, ghost, pain, new, epic, fanfict, sonnet AuthorAdam M. SnowPhoenix , AZAbout"The writer’s mind, can surpass even the most intellectual minds." –Adam M. Snow I keep my work clean, I write to inspire others. Some people would even call me a philosopher, but w.. more..Writing
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