Scenery, preoccupied, bell, circumstances, bent, willow.

You can’t kill man.

Love sonnet.

A poem about a lady on a summer’s evening.

A poem about female perfection.

Nature is a gift we all can share in.

The weeping willow trees a favourite sight of mine by shallow waters.

The whimping willow is a person that is always sad and trys to find a way to happiness.

I like willow trees. They always seem sad.

A line from an old one…