Grass

sweet
like
lemon
grass
gone up and slow
down into minds insipid which you cannot see
marred
by
legumes in your vegetable cart
honk honk honk
an entire bowl of boiled vegetables
an entire dream of healed diseases
crowned inspite of murderous thoughts of me
you know
the wind mills, the paper planes, they move with the small wind
that blows even inside this glass palace

inside

P.S
Imagine the sound of grass growing
out
bled
bleeding
trauma and unknown
die a helathy life, my dear
nothing stays forever

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