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Written by: Noralie Shinpachi
Date: Thursday, January 14th, 2010
Addressed to: Everyone
This weeping willow cannot swoop too low
Branches on the water tops
Sway and touch away these reflections
Quiet rock, oh sacred seat
Meditate with me and ease these frays
Make the night turn to day
Why now this ache within, again
I cannot bare another burden
Bend lower, lower, lower still
Till her branches drown in tears
A river from her pain
Noralie
Penned by my hand on the 12th of Letum, in the year 599 AD.