The wind blows a blade of dry grass!

The wind blows a blade of dry grass!

A Poem by andrew mitchell
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fictional

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In the fields of love
lie the carcasses of broken hearts
where memories are splashed,
now marshmallow skies.
In the conundrum
the rains are
long over due....
just haven't cried
for a long time.

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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Added on June 21, 2018
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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