The moor


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Wounds woven into the grass
erupt on still mornings
their raw edges held close

High and thirsty
vultures fan the ground
having tasted a red liquid rose

Some cuts heal beautifully
stitched with new threads of hope
while a vast wasteland waits

to garner fresh sores

©Reena Prasad 18th April 2013

Published in Thanal Online Vol 7 Issue 2 Aug- Sept 2013

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