but for now we are young, let us lay in the sun

Monday, April 13, 2009

Ode to a Willow tree

Oh, dear Willow,
I wonder why you must weep
So passionless
and effortless
Through the daytime do you
sleep.

Posted by The Love Monster at 6:32 PM

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