grasshoppers were gone
by end of summer days
their wings just float away
yet i remember their eyes
sparkling green so shiny
i wonder how they see me
green grass on my yard
i can't see coming to walk
to cold for those bare-feet
shaking blades so brave
against chilling breeze
like those stolen kisses
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