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.


Author & Editor Cynthia Hilston
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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.