Not a cedar

Not a cedar, I feel like a willow
at the river side of my new life

Not an old oak I know I’m a willow
yielded itself to all my love wishes

Not an ash tree I am only a willow
which life hardness and wind can dissect

You are the cedar, my love, I the willow
high and rising I need you to be

Monday, 19 March 2012

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