As if the earthbecame mad
there grow up
the gigantic grassy reeds
and nodding the dishevelled head
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As I see these taller clusters I can't help remembering my father: once he lay here as a broken pitcher full of blood, alongside there lay a flag and a list of slogans. Thinking of the past, the dear father and his convictions for which he lived. thank you dear poet. tony
Finger on the trigger, meaningful