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Green Grass

Poetry By: greenglasses

This is about feeling lonely even though you know full well you are indeed connected like a blade of grass apart of millions in one patch.

Submitted:Apr 13, 2013    Reads: 25    Comments: 4    Likes: 4   

We are neon strokes of life,

a sweet unattainable green

Demanding with the quick pulse

but appreciating with the slow one

Yet my heart bellows when the mechanical scissors

come my way

you sway and you sing

When I watch out my window

if we are all connected

Why do I feel alone

when your not here but growing there,

even when the grass is cut

and our attachment?

long like the silence after a period.

We are ever growing, our beings equal

Even when one becomes the in-grown hair of the lot,

every once in a while


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