...
don’t
you
turn
your back
to
the old willow trees
weeping
down in courtesy
along
the lone river banks
at sunset and
don’t dare to look
don’t dare to look
over those young shoulders
whenever
you need to recount
your insecure steps,
their free falling
or
revisit the green high lands
you've been taking for granted so long.
We all learn that snowdrops in spring
whisper more about weddings than
pyramids
or
towers
ever will .
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