When the Meadow Speaks
There are rumbles in the world whereevery blade of grass cries, andas we run through it,it tries to comb the hair of our sorrows
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Oh, I especially like this: "There are rumbles in the world where every blade of grass cries" Brings to mind how nature, feels the rumbles and angers and wars of human beings. Enjoyed. take care, kerri
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Doug,You have united wisdom and beautyand turned a few lines into a mighty poem.Sarah
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You show such an amazing contrast in this poem...I am probably taking it the wrong way, but I saw a vision here of women and children fleeing a bombing raid...as their feet passed through the...
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So much said in so few words Douglas and sadly there is enough sorrow in the world to keep those blades of grass busy. Regards, Maryse
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