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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...
Written by dimpy (dimpsmoon)
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