Weep weep weep oh willow,
By the frozen lake.
Cause at your foot lies,
The heaviest of graves.
Brush your leaves against it,
Touch it with your sorrow.
Cause there would be,
None of it tomorrow.
Brush your branches against his cheek,
And let the winds lull him to sleep.
Like a mother care for the boy,
Who is now in a dreamless sleep.
The whole winter had passed,
No one looked for him then.
Why would they even look for him?
When he had no one then.
The ice would soon thaw away,
And people would come by there.
But would they notice the orphaned boy,
Lying under there?
Weep weep weep oh willow,
Soon the time arrives.
Keep him sleeping in your embrace,
As the dawn arrives.
Weep away all your tears,
Before he is risen awake.
Before he disappears,
Like a ripple in the lake.
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Rose Garden Filled With Thorns
PoetryInsecure in the most secured places. No control over the dynasty of faces. So just buckle up or tie your laces. Words coming your way, be ready to brace it. (Will update as I write)
