Poem -

who is next to the west

click clack to whispers in need to be told
yet the water seems wasted as another two died today
and uneasy becomes a blend of blood stains on clouds passing by
who is next to the west 
who is nest to every stop stay awhile and look 
darken clouds passing by again to the taste and smell to the next
a straight line to understand 
plenty plenty plenty for everyone 
as you wave passing by

 

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