An old willow with hollow branches
slowly swayed his few high gright tendrils
and sang:
Love is a young green willow
shimmering at the bare wood's edge.
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Quotes of the Day
Love is only a dirty trick played on us to achieve continuation of the species.
by Joseph CeravoloJanuary 10, 1985
Like a punch in the face
planetary lights and stars,
do I see Spring.
The ground is frozen.
Dawn like the colors of an old fire
illuminates the south-east.
The ground is frozen ...