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Breathless Willows

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Of withers and breathless willows  
in a lyrical translation  
haunting the quiver in my mind  
silently like fingers bending  
holding on to the pen's morality  
as soft winds touch the myriads  
at peace in remnants of nature  
of withers and breathless willows  
with a spiritual dialysis  
of Gregorian monks  
sung in prayer

Written by Adagio
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