Weeping Tree

Looking through the window,
she stands in blissful agony.
There used to be a tree
that wept over the pond,
where she tried to sail ships with her baby brother.
He was only three,
when he fell into the water.
Her eyes were focused on the willow.
All she heard was a splash,
And then he was gone.

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