Futility Futility Futility
re-post inspired by Kai contest
Futility...
somewhere
red poppies
grow
fertilised
by blood
sun
and
winter snow
lost
freedoms
seed
on widow's
weeds
sadness flows
to that
no-mans land
where,
there
are,
but crows
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2017
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