With strings of a dulcimer
shaking me a willow.
with a scent that weeps
the silence of it all
touching the creek stones
with Autumn's tomorrow
shaking me a willow
holding it close
to the windmill of my mind
in the eddies of my prose
with strings of a dulcimer
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