Under the willow tree,
you whispered your secrets to me,
and we exchanged
a smile and a tear.
And when the sun finally fell,
the stars kept us company,
Silence, dear, was always a friend.
And in the moments that we held,
they withered and faded with the breeze
our sorrows left with them.
And we witnessed the trees
and succumbing to the wind's command.
When the wind speaks to the trees;
they listen and they dance,
but when the tree speaks;
the wind sings.
Just before the break of dawn
you tell me again,
of the shell beneath the stone,
the sky above the ground,
and where they all meet,
in the valley of acceptance
where silence reigns.
And now as your leaving
footsteps reach my ears,
the echo of your words
lay freshly etched in my heart.
And so with a last wave,
I dismiss you - a memory.
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