Whatever Walt Whitman said about grass
is suddenly lost on me
To imagine even the color brings on
such devastation
Longing for the same hue I once saw
in epiphany
I can no longer hope for the brilliance
of the shade you showed me.
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The Poetry Collection ♡ Republished
PoetryA soulful recollection and philosophies on life from a young, femme, punk poet. Poems ranging from when I was still in school, moving out, exploring the world for the first time, moving through the years, until now, being an independent artist and b...
