The Willow, a Poem

not my photograph…

Translated…

The Clouds Had, Toned Down

Becoming, a Cat

That Just, Hung Around

Waiting, for the Springtime to Come

So, that, is the interactions of things in nature, the hanging branches of those willow trees against the backdrop of blue clear skies, with white clouds, such a beautiful picture this poem’s painted here…

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