what if a weep from a willow at will

what if the opposite is true

what if we try something we think we can’t do

what if sentiment blows the mind

what if what’s hidden we finally find

say hello to substance goodbye to void

discard a play-thing no longer a toy

rumble reason – quondam to know

sweet sensibilities from long ago

stumble upon desire at dawn

and leave doom behind like a thunderous storm

spring happy impressions and dance through the night

with sunshine your friend – the wind flying a kite

what if a weep from a willow at will

finds sentiment blowing – her branches stronger until…

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