The Grasses Wilt In Summer
On the hour of my death
The ricefields are empty
The grasses wilt in summer
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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On the hour of my death
The ricefields are empty
The grasses wilt in summer
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

Submitted by Poetry Lover
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