Found Poetry 1,030

5/5/22

they haunt the vineyards
purple and green clouds
friendly ghosts of grapes
you are pulled in
by the hook of fog
to see the neat lines
up like pinned hair
their perennial foundation

This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.

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