Van Gogh Poem by tharindra galahena

Van Gogh



Shocked cries of the crows,
Wheat stalks turn their heads down,
Weeping wind rushes to the field,
A man no one really knew
With a hole in his heart,
And a smoking gun.

Friday, July 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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