Friday, December 20, 2019

Winter Grass


She stood tall and golden, 

this winter grass beneath a setting sun,
and when the breeze blew
she grooved a little
and when the wind gusted
she danced like a storm
like a storm
like a storm
like a wild-natured storm
dangerous and delicate
as a leaf falling from on high
when the wind gusted
she danced like a storm

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