in sweeter days,
green grass swayed with the breeze,
carrying the smell of raw earth.
children lay,
caressing their bare hands through the healthy stems.
growing up,
they forgot the importance of tenderness and love,
treading the leftovers of deceased grass,
unable to run their hands through the soft tender tips,
without it crumbling within delicate touch.
- growing age (of demolition)
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