Laurie hill - Willow

A star in shrouds of gossamer down,
silver rays, fluorescent moon,
the heavens on earths brow, a crown,
the suns new day is soon.
A willow beckoning to the wind,
in glade of green, by riverside,
as stooped as mortal who has sinned,
as restless as the full moons tide.

Laurie hill

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