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Rating: 5.0
Very dry and dirty
The crumpled leaves
Cover the grass.

Without touching them
I cross the lawn,
I let them sleep.

Within my sights
My goals rest
Whether true or false.

In the extended night,
There will be dew
That wets the grass.

The crumpled leaves
Then soaking wet
Will open and rot.
Friday, March 5, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: evening
Sylvia Frances Chan 09 March 2021
In this serious sad poem is mentioned a few examples of what Destruction is, I must say that has given me a very eerie feeling, but the poem is loveliest, absolutely!
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Sylvia Frances Chan 08 March 2021
Destruction in poetic format, The subjective view from your eyes sight. Excellently worded, dear poet
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Ted Cruze 08 March 2021
Great poetry, Sir.
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Ted Cruze 08 March 2021
Great poetry, Sir.
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Varsha M 05 March 2021
Death followed by decay is universal truth and accepted truth. Undecaying things like plastics are considered dangerous.
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