Poetry

Dry soil,Pasture dust,

The wild flowers grow,

In the bright sun.

Dry soil,

Grass of brown,

A dandelion blooms,

As it bursts from the ground.

Dry soil,

A life unfolds,

One man’s darkness,

Another man’s gold.

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