Found Poetry 794

10/12/21

the speaking city
whispering "hurry"
"come to the grass"
you find the stones
and sit down to talk
and share your best words
with the bones in buried boxes

This poem was created from Grimms' Fairy Tales by the Brothers Grimm. Click here to get Grimms' Fairy Tales.

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