gone
two colors broadly speaking
tan and blue
tall grass in winter sky without clouds
atop a gently rolling hill
surrounded
by the tall grass lying on her back
gazing skyward the rest of the world may as well
not exist
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2019-02-04 at 15:16
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