Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: Willow

Friday, August 21, 2009

Willow

Frothing waters hurtle and hurry Throwing themselves from place to place Babbling with stress and worry Each moment money, each day a race, The willow stands beside the stream Garbed in soft serenity Taking the time to think and dream It's time, though precious, is always free And of the two, I know... Sign in to see full entry.

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