Rachel Henley (1st October 1994 / Wales)
Comments about Rachel Henley
I miss the way your fingers tangled with the grass.
The patches of dirt on your pale soft knees.
How you felt as one,
with the birds and the trees.
You muttered that I spent too much time,
working for money that would never be mine.
Cities will swallow up your soul.
We are digging for nonexistent gold.