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 A Wyoming Girl, Her Mother, and the Carnival Circuit I Cling to You Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: Dear God I See Dead People: They’re on Exhibit! Papa FLARE on GOD 83 Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Prove You\'re Human * seven − = 2