To waves a witch willow
Has nodded so low
On seeing light cloud
Which drifts so slow,
In a crystal clear pond,
In the even reflection
Bowed low to him.
So it was her election,
I guess, to stay so
Forever, to gaze
At this bustling world
Through mirrors and haze
Admiring her beauty
The whole days long…
While hearing of sweet dreams
In soundless songs,
And wishing her whole life
To be spend so
To waves a witch willow
Has nodded so low.
A Witch Willow
© Copyright: Виталий Дружинин, 2008
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