Grasses Green

Dear sweet grasses green,

Beneath my wandering toes.

Hush my mind and wake my soul,

That I may listen to throats below.

I am a weak and sentient mortal,

That wishes to know your deepest parts.

Bind my tongue and open my ears,

That I may wander so.

-M.E. InkOwl


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