Fake Lawns and Pale Sun
- Words Among Trees
- Jan 28, 2019
- 1 min read
Letting go
hurts worse
in a land of fake
bright lawns
pale
wintered sun
there are no angels
among ice
only broken reflections
of cold soul
timeless white horses
shall scatter
across bruised skies
this dark January day
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