Yellow Fields Poem by Delilah Caszatt

Yellow Fields

The oak trees morn beyond the hills.
Til the tainted valley bellows.
With thickened air; rise skeletonize.
Were the hilltops once of yellows.
The ground once soft now hardened black.
Existance of nature is shattered.
Once were the skies with star lit eyes.
Now covered in lights; not mattered.

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Delilah Caszatt

Delilah Caszatt

Elk Grove, California
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