A Willow

The Willow

Willow looming
Darkness blooming
A slow soft sway.

I hear the jangling
Of a tangling
On its way.

Tickle me not
Red rover forgot
Lovers runaway.

For the boughs
Confiscate and
Obliterate
All in their way.

Therefore,
I will not play
Under the willow
Today.

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