Poetry · Writing

Four Minutes

Sharp corners rounding the walls

pierce fields of united falls.

Move through the fields

blood fills the earth

erecting new fruits of life.

Forcing left moving right

mud fills the corpse

crows flee in terror.

Crops are full and weather is bleak

harvest comes in the Winter.

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