People say
there are certain truths
that whistle louder
through the weeping willows
of lake humanity.
Love
bounces and drifts
over the still waters,
sweet and true.
Hate
gathers in clumps of stone
and ice
and shatters the peaceful flow,
once clear and blue.
Life
among the willows
is true in all forms.
Life
among the willows
is true
in all forms.

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