Sunrise, emerald grass
Toes curl, sink velvety wet cushion
Scatter million dew diamonds
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Copyright ©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai 4Oct2015 All Rights Reserved
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Low-Ku feet in wet grass now feeling ecstatic, like WOW! until I smell pee
Mr. Nobody, thanks for stopping by.. thankfully my patch of green is secured at least I don't have to worry about smelling pee... in fact it drizzled last night and I could get a faint whiff of crushed fresh green grass.. thanks