04-16-2014, 02:38 PM
Reading Whitman I imagined manic
Pastures filled with grass
in forest lawns beholding death
eternally. Without a gasp
A man could die and merge with colored
tufts that rose from under
neath the earth to be reborn
and death was just a thump.
Pastures filled with grass
in forest lawns beholding death
eternally. Without a gasp
A man could die and merge with colored
tufts that rose from under
neath the earth to be reborn
and death was just a thump.