Somebody's Turf
Beneath the Northern Skys
Life slowly floats with peace
Evilness lurks behind
unexpectedly.
Stench of Dew fills the air, followed by rain. Enough to move you in a place
thats built with bricks on soil that's quick. Inch by inch oozing back into
the earth because your on Gods Turf.
Copyright © Roxane Dorsey | Year Posted 2007
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