NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty Five

Death alludes me
as does Life
fresh air
smells musty and grey
green pastures
appear back and burnt
colourful wildflowers
dotting the hillside
shrivel and die
a welcome relief
from the banality of tomorrow

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

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