The Picket Fence

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Dandelions scattered between the green spikes of grass
Oak leaves singing sweet melodies
Beauty just in reach
Touching the white picket fence
Splinters stabbing through flesh on my palms
Releasing the wood, I turn around
Buildings burned, bodies scattered
Coal colored dirt scattered with lifeless timber
A few splinters or complete devastation
Peace and respect just a step away
Yet we choose pure destruction

Sincerely MeWhere stories live. Discover now