the grass is always greener.
but here there is no grass,
just sidewalk, some cobblestone
and a street for more feet than i can count.
instead i number the days of past to present
and recall a place i took for granted
where i wasn't allowed to step on grass,
just merely walk beside it,
imagining what it would be like
to press the blades between my toes.
but here there is no grass,
just sidewalk, some cobblestone
and a street for more feet than i can count.
instead i number the days of past to present
and recall a place i took for granted
where i wasn't allowed to step on grass,
just merely walk beside it,
imagining what it would be like
to press the blades between my toes.
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