Blossoming in the field of wheat
at the edge. They were thrown out
unwanted lovers gifts. I get in the car
then from nothing but decay they grew
resurrecting life. Curtailing the bland air
of a dreary town.
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Author:
chris1324 (
Offline) - Published: February 8th, 2022 21:40
- Comment from author about the poem: written while i lived in terraced house in urban area of a bleak northern town.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
a good write
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