on the grass (2)

 the sun makes the shadows,
 the shadows kiss the grass,
 the grass reaches everywhere,
 but as days pass

 the dark mass gets critical, 
 yet hope still burns --
 for the shadows must recede again
 as the sun


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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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