The Grass Dances
The wind rushes by like a harried commuter,No clue of the turmoil it leaves in its wake.All in its path are exposed to the moment -Only the grass is inspired to dance. ©1998 FP Maddlone WelcomeAbout the AuthorFrank’s PostsPassing ThoughtsHumanitiesArchives Share this:Share Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in…
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