Out in the Field
Out in the field
The ground ain't flat
Squeezing my every will
Fell on my back
Oh so gray this field
The ground where I step
Often that I kneel
Again I get up back
Why this scorching field
As the sun be my hat
Dreams seem so real
Yet truth still in wrap
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 10:15 • Labels: chagrin, glum, L, poem, poet
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