Wind In The Grass, a poem by Cary Chrysler at
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Wind In The Grass

Wind In The Grass

written by: Cary Chrysler (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.

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