Bellicose Smile
Ghost wandered living lonely,
on the screaming silence street,
rubbish rattles wind blown west,
where last week walked our feet,
A dog barks in the distant haze,
spring leaps wildly on,
upon our green the grass grows,
mowers for now are gone,
A billion eyes behind their glass,
listening to the birds,
the talk of folk within four walls,
speak no outside words,
Where wild and...
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