Poem written by Greg on Wednesday 20, February 2019
or prose... i struggle with the differences.
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I found place to stand
Among the maiden grass,
Heels cradled in the loam.
Though warm light spilled through the boughs,
My body shivered,
Like a quaking aspen screams
To all the sentiment inside you,
And the impulse to cast off your worries.
Then, in the west wind,
Make amends with your imperfect love
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