The Country Grass

I hear - of grass,
near green - a country
land dies in
hours – deep

tears, in the blouse –
a thousand lands

sweep –
the sun, mysteria, leaves
alone - here

the shine
chains – of rope
fear - and
scares hope -


fills –
goodbye
with tears

old - moon
closing
feeble

double wind, grey -



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