The Tenderness Of The Grass

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    The Tenderness Of The Grass

                                   So beautiful the grass in the meadow,
                                  Flourishing and decaying in a single year.
                                  Wildfires fail to destroy it
                                  And the gentle rains bring it to life again.
                                  Its deep green color adorns the ruins
                                  And the creatures nest within its comfort,
                                  How tender its sweet affection.

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    dahlusion commented on The Tenderness Of The Grass

    07-29-2013

    Such beauty in this short but effective piece. Bravo!
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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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