sorrow grows in my heart
a willow tree bent and heavy with tears
pale green leaves dripping onto
newly tilled earth a barren mound
wherein lies forgotten unmarked summers end
a life never lived
a love never known
a name never given
pain which has no end
grief which knows no bounds
loss which has no meaning
unholy ground with no salvation
time will not cover my raw wound
no green will ever grow
too late too late
whispers the willow tree
winter pervades my thoughts
ice rain grips my soul
tho the still green willow leaves
move softly in the sun warmed winds
pale green willow leaves summers end
gently fall where I would lie
forsaking all humanity
to sleep to rest sweet oblivion
beneath the weeping willow leaves
that shades you still
beneath all worries
some other green to cover me
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