The sand shifts uneasily
beneath my feet;
the clouds cling fast
to the sky.
Leaves and grass, suspiciously
rustle in the ill wind.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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Comments1
There is a definite foreboding to this poem that is echoed in each of its lines. Well done
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