Willows sway as twilight fades
to perfect rhythmic rhyme
a warming breeze does well to please
this heavied heart of mine
Thought like time is flowing
showing truths while seconds pass
the realm of understanding
standing just beyond our grasp
Paint of me a hundred hues
the blues, the blacks, the grays
a canvas overflowing
showing what the heart conveys
Moments of reflection
as the sun gives last its shine
willows sway as twilight fades
to perfect rhythmic rhyme
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