Where the Willow Weeps

Where the willow weeps
You'll find me
Crawled up to my senses
Under the shadow
Of this saddening
Atmosphere,
With my mind
Wandering in the
Meadow of Tears.
When the leaves flow
With the passionate winds
There will be eyes
Pouring salt crystals;
Dripping on the
Fertile soil of
Curses and whispers.
And the humble air
Touches my face
Burdened by miseries,
Rejuvenating the peace in
My rigorous spirit.
I cried under the
Pitiful grey sky.
As the grasses grow along
The River of Souls
So as the loneliness
In the heart of the willow.
And where the willow weeps
You'll see me.