Creaking WillowsA Poem by Rogerh I cry with the Weeping Willows Creaking Willows Creaking willows outside my window Bend to the pressure of the wind blow Crying tears heard but never seen A heart molded to fit like plasticine Until it is broken bit upon bit You hide your love with a flit The love that stands between us It is a love that is insalubrious The sound of the creaking willows haunt me so It is dieing from the love that will never grow
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RogerhEl Paso, TXAboutI was thrown into this world before the internet or cell phones made this world much smaller. I became another part of a poor but somewhat loving family that lived in Brookhaven Mississippi. Times wer.. more..Writing
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