The Moon and The Old Willow Tree
Sitting under the silver light of the Moon
Leaning on the Old Willow tree
Watching as the world passes by
Reflecting on our lives
Watching the stars as they remind us of our hopes and dreams
Our triumphs and our loses
Wishing we could go back
To the days when
All
Was simpler
When our lives
Were filled with innocent
Bliss
But we cannot change the past
All that matters now
Is living
In this moment
Sitting under the sliver light of the Moon
Leaning on the Old Willow tree
poem by Autumn Winds
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