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Sep 2019
the smell of petrol engine and cut fresh grass
wet now from cloud fall
-the Sparrows brood new feathered
sit all along the Willows branch.
Soon leaves will discolour and be shed
leaving skeletal remains reaching up to the sky
clasped prayer of supplication..
please! the Sun soon return!
Written by
nivek
95
     Bobby Copeland, Crow, --- and Jim Timonere
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