National Garden
Noxious material crowds the air
drestoying your traditional symbols
parts that were disjointed extend everywhere
sectors which can't be setted back with ripples
National garden far east you go
a path filled with rocks above the flood
such rocks capable of tearing heels and toes
but you just strolls along leaking your blood
Adding a red color to the mud
Copyright © Hugh Rowsky | Year Posted 2020
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