
The grass tickles my
stomach and my thighs.
I roll over
and unearth
a four leaf clover.
I clasp it and wish you back
but there is no mortal thing
that can raise the dead
to life.
Copyright 2020 Leona Petrovic
The grass tickles my
stomach and my thighs.
I roll over
and unearth
a four leaf clover.
I clasp it and wish you back
but there is no mortal thing
that can raise the dead
to life.
Copyright 2020 Leona Petrovic
Love the brevity of this. Not sure if having ‘back’ in front of ‘to life’ would make it better or not. I kinda of like the abrupt ending; it hits hard. Nicely done 🙂
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Thank you. I will think on that. Glad you enjoyed!
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