Jun 13
The black burned barrier stretched far beyond the pastures.
Despite the vast number of stalks that littered the grove,
The eye could see for yards,
The slim width of the trunks left gaping holes
and tunnels for the eye to dig and trudge through.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
