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Poem 50

October 1, 2015
By Bri_Christine PLATINUM, DuBois, Pennsylvania
Bri_Christine PLATINUM, DuBois, Pennsylvania
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One time, I heard someone

talking about how 

the grass grows

and I pondered  this

while shaping clouds

in my eyes

and walking over,

under,through

this wild field of a

farmer's hands.

 

I suppose the grass sprouts

where God puts it

and it dies 

in the exact same spot

a lifetime later. 

So I'll outrun this

world and leave

quite unlike the grass,

a million miles away.



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