Old Poetry Making an e-ppearance (Set 3)

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I cannot speak
My heart is numb with love
I look into your eyes
They burn me up
I look away

The willow tree

The branches flex in the wind
The branches are bare
travel up
rustle back down
two stars shoot
sky of another land
eyes meet
narrowed
glaring
pass the love
it's all worn out

broken telephone
I want to play again
Take the phone away
Modulate your voice
Collapse upon the sofa
Speak softly
Till I can’t hear you no more