Monday, November 18, 2013

The Willow Bows

Tonight, I might need a stronger heart.
Who will belt those red cherries?
With every thumping beat, it will ask
was it a myth, his art, as the artist departs?-
The willow bows, and I’m off guard.
Now, just a tale to cherish.
Lonely would be those twenty two yards.

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