Go and touch the grass
She said.
Go feel the sun, the breeze
She whispered.
Go and smell the trees, the pines
The big old wood trunks
Hear their stories in their tender leafs
She smiled and laughed.
Feel the dirt in your feet
The dry leafs singing the season pass by
She silently cried.
Go and live
Go and see that it's not so bad
After all
If your skin gets warm from the sun
If you get chills from the wind from the east
Maybe it's blood pumping
And keeping you alive
Not to survive
But to live
So go and touch some tender, green and long grass
And she looked at me
With those happy and gloomy eyes.
I think i like the grass
I said.
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For Fox Sake
PoetryA collection of poems and pieces of my little stories profoundly written from the darkest and beautiful corners of my heart
