Between The Blades Of Grass..
Between
the Blades Of Grass,
You
fly like a horse,
Trample upon them, those whispers,
They
heed Not your hot
tempers,
They
bend and
rise above,
Grisly world
of multiple move.
This
world of tricky cove
You have to abrogate to ahead
move.
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