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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.

Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass)

Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass)

Just a man from northern California, living on a beautiful acre of high desert I call Goose Ridge.
Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass)

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