Weeping Willow
The weeping willow
An interesting fellow.
Is she really sad?
Her drooping branches
Can hide contempt and sorrow
Only known to her.
And i never know
If the weeping willow tree
Would try mourning me.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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