I Walk the Grass of Continents
Poetry by Eva-Maria Hogrefe
Friday, June 15, 2018
Spring
The nation
Is troubled,
Mountains and rivers remain.
In the city
It is spring,
Grass and trees grow deep.
Emh--2018
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