Bad Poem by Saul Palti

Bad



Dust scatter among
the form each blow
carries ever slow
over the lawn

green blue and suede
tarnished by mess
population hopeless
following lanes

sorry is a word
fallen on deaths ears
counting away the years
for life without a world

lifes gone alone
with a left blow

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