Summer Time Slooze

Where are the willow trees now

now that the summer is shrinking in acquiesce

Do they reside in a metaphor

since the storms took away their swaying sighs

Where my little hands yearned to grasp their drooping branches

only to feel the sappy leaves no more

And now do I dare tell my youthful soul

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poem by Derek Marcoux
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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