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Dead Grass

Its best has past, once lush now harsh,
These unforgiving days won't last,
Wilted, weathered, stripped of colour,
We know without words life will recover,
Sights married to the sun and smiles,
A host to play and lazy days,
Desert dry ground fractures apart,
As the sorrowful plants look parched,
It's greener on the other side,
There seems but patches still alive,

Fields in the sun damaged and changed,
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Friday, July 26, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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