Secrets Shared

Warm breezes whisper

Secrets young girls share,

Innocent and naïve.

Beside the lake, beneath the trees

Pussy willow flutter and dance with glee.

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Many times, when I lie alone

In a pensive or vacant mood,

I recall the dance of the pussy willow,

Swaying in the wind,

A ripple pushed across the lake.

And more - traces of young girls’ muses higher than the trees.

To join together in the sky - never-ending lore.

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