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Friday, September 11, 2009

Epitaph



Epitaph

An old willow with hollow branches
slowly swayed his few high gright tendrils
and sang:

Love is a young green willow
shimmering at the bare wood's edge.

William Carlos Williams
Posted by Passionária at 1:23 PM

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