Two Blades of
Grass
Bunch of
Grass,
Sharp and
upfront,
Shiny and shimmer,
Unfolds your poetic
vision,
You draw a
sketch
On the notebook.
How tender
they are!
Dare not
trample upon.
The child who
follows me
Cushions on them, views
Two blades
of grass,
A quick scrubber
for her slate.
They are elated by her
Feathertouch.
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