Grassglass
A billion trillion shards of green
With tattered ends like tattered dreams
Lay out before me
Like so many broken pieces of glass
Forgotten passions are the grass
But hope lives here
For each one will grow back
More beautiful than before
And someday one will not be torn
By the soulless lawn mower
This blade shall be
The ever-loved, the ever-lived
The ever-blissful state of green
This lovely one, inside the sun shall grow
And thrive with me.
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