Poem: Dew on the Grass

There was dew on the grass,

And her breath drew warm

On his smooth cheek.

Then the grass dried brittle brown,

And a chill kissed

His wrinkled-river face.The dew returned

And tickled his toes

As he embraced his love,

His death.

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