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SIJO poem

December 9, 2014
By tbik23 SILVER, Pewaukee, Wisconsin
tbik23 SILVER, Pewaukee, Wisconsin
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the field of grass flows thick  
each blade makes its cut, unnoticed  
life keeps flowing, fast as the grass grows
so peaceful, waving in the wind 
quietly chopping us down in the night 
‘til the reaper, takes our last light.



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