Whisper Of The Wind
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Marina Salas, Grade 9, Delroy High School
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Poetry
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2000
2nd in the 'Watch Out! 2000' competition
O willowy weeper of lachrymose grace,
Do you cry for the sky that you never will face?
Do you not hear me call as I whip through the grass,
Disturbing your tears on the watery glass?
Hasten to chasten your foliate fronds
And see the reflection upon the still pond,
A sparkling nadir; oneiric night sky
And lilies that dance with a moon of rocaille.
Mourn never more, for morn is coalescent
Your mirror will glow aureate and rubescent
It’s hard to believe! You have not been bereaved
Of a magical world for which you have grieved.
While you have sighed and while you have stirred,
Your falling leaves rippled, the image was blurred;
The crystalline waters no more shall I kiss,
So bow, weeping willow, and now weep in bliss.