You Made Me.
(Poem)
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On a quiet evening
a grassy field
i found myself in.
Roots were my legs,
Blades hands.
Muddy the soil.
Hands swayed to you.
You came and fondled
The soft 'greenness'
You kissed
the corn
that sprouted from my mouth.
Then suddenly
you tripped,
Your nose
touching the mud
I felt you recoil.
How wry your smile was!
Yes,
it was
a smile of disgust!
You plucked me
and tore me up.
But you knew not
at that moment
I became
a dream
and has never
left
your eyes' eyes.
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By
P A Nazar
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