AS I MEET THE GENTLE GRASS
by aone
Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-04-29 22:45:00
SOME DISTANT,
SORROWFUL,
RAINY DAY~~
WHEN I ELUDE MY SHELL,
OF MOLDED CLAY
ALL SHALL SMILE,
AS I MEET,
THE GENTLE GRASS~~
AND MY FATE
ACTUALIZED~~
MY WHISPERS FINALLY HEARD,
AT ONCE~~
AT LONG LAST.
aone
2001