You say love is this, love is that:
Poplar tassels, willow tendrils
the wind and the rain comb,
tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip-
branches drifting apart. Hagh!
Love has not even visited this country.
Memory Of April
William Carlos Williams
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Poem topics: I love you, rain, wind, country, I miss you, love, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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