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I wander down to the stream  Turned pastel in dawns light  The light shines through the trees  Magnified by their leaves  As acorns turn  Like the trees in fall  From green to brown  The moss grows on rocks   Mushrooms spring up Their tiny heads the size of a child's finger  The grass grows along it's banks  Long stalks of glistening life  Feeding the doe as she wanders close  I pick a blade  Feet bared in the stream  Serrated hairs on the blade  Bury themselves in my finger  I surrender to the imperfection  That digs into me like a thorn  And spend the whole day  Ridding it of it's flaws Making the grass smooth  Beautiful  Whole Perfect  If only to do this  Were as easy in real life
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Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 1:46 AM UTC
Easy in a Way
I wander down to the stream  Turned pastel in dawns light  The light shines through the trees  Magnified by their leaves  As acorns turn  Like the trees in fall  From green to brown  The moss grows on rocks   Mushrooms spring up Their tiny heads the size of a child's finger  The grass grows along it's banks  Long stalks of glistening life  Feeding the doe as she wanders close  I pick a blade  Feet bared in the stream  Serrated hairs on the blade  Bury themselves in my finger  I surrender to the imperfection  That digs into me like a thorn  And spend the whole day  Ridding it of it's flaws Making the grass smooth  Beautiful  Whole Perfect  If only to do this  Were as easy in real life
caety-lanel
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Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 1:46 AM UTC
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