Where the green grass grows

by INcognito   Mar 5, 2009


Deep in the valley
The hairs that covers the baldness of the earth
Where the green grass grows
Articulacy is deep within passion of worldly restraint
Which are omniscient
I stand in the rain with my parasol where the power
Of crimson is divine
I am weaken by extraordinary gifts
As the pain desiccated my inner essence
Of interminable possibilities
Where the green grass grows

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