Wind In The Grass
written by: Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass)
@skyinthegrass
You’re a real lady,
aren’t you?
Yes, of course you are.
And so,
once again,
I sit.
My words will come,
and keep coming.
There is no end,
no wasteland parched.
All my deserts now bloom,
wind in the grass whispers your name.
Just a man from northern California, living on a beautiful acre of high desert I call Goose Ridge.
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