AG ( / Far Rockaway, New York, USA)


Buffiling winds stormy seas.
The murky water,
In shallows.
Shows a tempest is nigh.
Solemnity The flowers smell tweety
From the garden below,
95 fragrance is not accepted.
Their minds are warped
but the inclement weather, forced by
man's hands.

by Archie Greenidge

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