“WITHOUT GRASS”
An elegy by Bob McClelland.
- Deserted buildings, that once were castles,
- inhabited now by strange silences.
- Flutters of wind,
- Tinkles of glass,
- Dark corners, sad old walls.
- The blending of time . . .
- A distant world found
- in the depths of a mind
- of many realities.
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