Grass

Soft green light like lemonade
The earth has gone away this morning
Bella;
Green grass like raw air, and soothing-
The deer is tearing with teeth.
I wish that the scent of this grass is like a leek honey
I drink in glasses,
The body of this grass cataracts - eyes in the eyes,
My feather in the grass fin,
Grass in grass is one intensive one born
Grass-mother
The body is sweet from the dark
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