A blind man was reading,
A deaf woman listening,
A flame in a heart,
The grass burning.
Thousands of gracious burns on a verdant rug,
What's it like to be at a peace?
The malicious to burn his wife,
Free the spirits for they have lost.
No one is safe in the home,
The dogs howling,
Looking for their lost child,
The body found in a vibrant lavish meadow.
He's gone,
Nowhere to be found.
But for the children,
It's for the children.
Hey! So a lot of these poems don't have titles! So if you wanna comment one that'd be cool!
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poetry by Owen!
PoetryLiterally just poetry! New and old, written by me! Plenty don't have titles so if you wanna comment one that'd be super helpful thanks <3
