Willow the willow
sing out
the magic garden
in the air of fun.
Lie beneath the tree.
Gaze on the water,
the scribbling
sand
of innocence.
Take a stone
and fill a rose
in song.
Under the tree
lies a heart
that stormed
the willow the willow;
and the air sings.
7th June 2010
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