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AS I MEET THE GENTLE GRASS

Posted to Action Poetry




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