…. Poem 1 ….
She tiptoed barefoot over fields of grass
Down asphalt streets
Through broken glass
Wandered along old country lanes
Beneath the stars
In the rain
Crossed hills and mountains
Past valleys wide
And when she reached the end
Realised she was dead inside
Down asphalt streets
Through broken glass
Wandered along old country lanes
Beneath the stars
In the rain
Crossed hills and mountains
Past valleys wide
And when she reached the end
Realised she was dead inside