there are almost no thorns in the greenest grass.
there are almost no patches of unforgiving imperfections in the most pitiful of rendering of perfectly shaped grass.
among.
them.
i.
lie.
the reshaping of absolute obscurity and the tears of the hopefuls.
the lying of the souls to the underground roots of that that has risen.
the weeds.
the thorns.
and the quintessential of the grass.
