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~ 0 ~ POEM - The Meadows

The meadows lay weeping
with tears like an emeralds gleam;
while every nightingale is seeking
the shelter of its only willow's green.
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And silently,
my step falls on leaves
that carry me much further than I'd dream; for willows and thoughts are fading slowly while everything eternal is not seen
and yet they keep
so many of us in good company
for some can not be on their own,
nor can they be free.
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So I found peace,
the one eternal each one seeks
and so I left my soul for emerald's gleam; while the meadow still lays weeping
with grief over my grave so quietly
for it lays beneath the shadow
of its only willow's green.