shearsA Poem by cricket
garden shears
trim, shape mould with serrated edges like a battle axe wielded by redemption struck down, martyred “in the name of love, in the name of what can fill those cracks you exist in between and make us wholly beautiful again.” a weed in their garden looked over from high sitting windows their occupants not bowing to the will of man nor wind never having to suffer that same sense of Change that so burdens the lowly residents of their courtyard © 2022 cricket |
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Added on May 22, 2022 Last Updated on May 22, 2022 AuthorcricketBloomington , INAboutyoung writer from the midwest hoping to find more and putting it into words along the way. more..Writing
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