All The Blades Of Grass

And here's how I see it: We lay hand in hand Until the dam far, far away Cracks, Until the blades of grass Tickling your nose Wither, Until the clouds above Rain inky substance like Oceans, And when the sun shines Memories mellow on Wavering waves waving Willows in the wind, Up to our nostrils, Your eyes like the moon Straining to see those last Blades of grass curl in on themselves, Here's how I see it: We drown.

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