Willows in the snow
swing their braids
heavy and damp
at nightfall.
And far from here,
where I lie
in my lover’s bed,
the moon is shining
through the rain.
Willows in the snow
swing their braids
heavy and damp
at nightfall.
And far from here,
where I lie
in my lover’s bed,
the moon is shining
through the rain.