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dry grass
i know,
i'm getting old
i should crumble
i must leave this land
But i'll wait till
the last drop of rain
that will help me
to survive
otherwise i will be
thrown into the
salty seabed
i know
what is magic
what is beauty
i will bring the coolness
of the moon to my knees
i will take the warmth
of the sun to my roots
n when the wind tickles me
i will make abundant memories
with fragrant flowers and horny butterflies...
i'm getting old
i should crumble
i must leave this land
But i'll wait till
the last drop of rain
that will help me
to survive
otherwise i will be
thrown into the
salty seabed
i know
what is magic
what is beauty
i will bring the coolness
of the moon to my knees
i will take the warmth
of the sun to my roots
n when the wind tickles me
i will make abundant memories
with fragrant flowers and horny butterflies...
Published 21st May 2024
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21st May 2024 1:46pm
Beautiful poetry, let the sunshine on you and dig your roots deep into the earth.
21st May 2024 2:44pm
Anonymous
21st May 2024 4:00pm
The imagery in this is incredible! That last line added an extra kick that brought a grin
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Anonymous
21st May 2024 6:03pm
Luvin your dismount...
'' i will make abundant memories
with fragrant flowers and horny butterflies...''
The vibe of hope roams throughout this poem
'' i will make abundant memories
with fragrant flowers and horny butterflies...''
The vibe of hope roams throughout this poem
21st May 2024 6:08pm
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Anonymous
29th May 2024 12:11pm
Beautifully written ❤️
29th May 2024 2:21pm
