The Weeping Willow Tree

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Branches and leaves from the weeping willow tree bending

yet, still holding the sun in place

filtering

light, randomly sprinkled

on the surface of the water,

my spirit was lifting

in the beautiful silence

hovering over the river,

I could see through it

when I realized I did have a line

to write, was it a poem?

or a prayer?

I will have to ask the river

once again.

    

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