poem – Ignoring people

It is a willow when summer is over,a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.The leaves cling and grow paler,swing and grow paler over the swirling waters of the river as if loath to let go,they are so cool, so drunk with the swirl of the wind and of the river oblivious to winter,the last to let go and fallin to the water and on the ground.

the leaves of the Willow tree falling like human age and health falls

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