The Open Feild
The stroking of meadows
While we spread the petals
The cement
Was covered with red
The missing stars
Going up into the night sky
Without even a wink of an eye
The tears strolling
In the park
Left the marks on their heart
Continuous reaping
From the coast
All to realize
That
There will
Never
Be
A
Moat
Copyright © Nicole Ussery | Year Posted 2015
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