Sun peeks, clouds pushed
by, is morning.
Grass soft sweet, dew,
it washes my feet, in.
I walk, so in quite, breath
mine,
birds passed, still sleep on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I liked this one a lot! I was just walking my dog the other day in some deep wet thick grass, had to take off my heals so they wouldn't get stuck and wet. Loved the feel on my feet. So I could recognize with this poem. Ten! Linda