05/14/08
The weight upon your shoulders
Absorbing all those memories
We spent as children beneath your
reaching yellow-greens
Our hands reaching the tips of yours
Graceful moves, dancing with Atlantic winds
In endless embrace
Weep, my willow, no more
Peace & child-like memories have mended your tired bones
He held your arms to heart, letting you down
Weep, my willow, no more
For it was men and machine to lay down an idea,
Not will.
-huey
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