Even the grass is bleeding
Even the grasshoppers cry
You took our life with your leaving
Murdered the grass and I
Your life ebbed away in the garden
In the place where the willow weeps
I will cry and I will not beg pardon
In the blood-tipped grass I shall sleep

©️Jane Jago

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