A little boy
Silent and amazed
Stands still beneath a twisting
Shadeless tree
Contending against incomprehensible feelings
Rising from freshly cut grass.
Among silver stars
Emerging before a winter night
The laughter of drunken men
Echoes across a field
Their shadows
Fading in the twilight
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Comments1
Quite a scene painted it is cold and threatening yet clear and mysterious with an unknown ending. Well done
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