One weeping willow, torn to shreds
Was crying down by the surf.
Despite she didn't want to end
Like withered, crooked, shriveled log...
Was suffered, burnt and cut enough
By cruel people lived close by,
But yet she stood for whom she loved.
Last tear dropped down to the ground.
Weak spirit perked by giving strenght -
With dignity she raised again!
Keep saving her beloved ash
Of corpse she's loved for hundred years.
Her beloved ash
© Copyright: Ксения Грибанова, 2020
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