Cry Not Wistful willows sway sleepilyLamenting lore of breezes sorrowTis no more than honorable mentionGazing upon this sights intentionThe wistful willow weeps not sublimeBut stands as a pillar of strength in time Others are Reading FLARE on GOD 82 Poem Entitled Grandfather’s Hands Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: Answering the Call – the Roadmap Bad Choices: Jimmy & Kyle Illness Flight of the Imagination Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * − 4 = one