Green Grass

As if seeing it for the first time.

Toucing, Smelling, Breathing.

Heaing the works of the world benath my feet.

Can you feel it I ask? Can you can you?

Flooting above yet wanting to touch.To feel what the greats cannot be above.

Tell me, Do you ever wonder if one day you won't be able to feel the green?

 

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