“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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