Poetry is Life Period

Dreary Meadow

I hear such rancid word
calling from maddening depths
from the umbrous meadow
forlorn is the verdant spring
where the winged husks sing

Copyright © Ernesto Mora@ThePOEMHOME All Rights Reserved.

Please follow and like us:
Facebook
Facebook
YouTube
YouTube
Pinterest
Pinterest
Google+
Google+
http://thepoemhome.com/dreary-meadow/
Follow by Email
RSS
SHARE
LINKEDIN