Weeping Willow

A lonely tree,
Upon a meadow,
So far away,
From the others,
That lonely tree,
A weeping willow,
Longing for the others,
To listen to the whispher,
Upon the breeze,
That carries though the space,
Between the loneliness that devours,
And in return,
Pulling it near,
With a whispher,
And let that weeping willow know,
That they are always here.

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