the amor
secos are the dry kind
of grass
which stick to you
when you touch it
and pass by
at one glance they
are insignificant
grasses are meant to
be removed from the
garden and
be taken as trash
somehow if you look
closely as i have done
recently
sleeping on the grass
beside them
they are not that
ugly at
all
they are nice to
look at and when i stand
and leave
some have already
taken a patch of my
pants
they must be lonely.
i guess.
on the other hand if
they could talk, would they
have not said
that they just want to
comfort you
because you are lonely too?
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