Blooming for,
a moment,
A proud yellow,
and green.
Bright spots,
the grass,
And just as quickly,
old and withered,
Its seeds carried off,
by the wind.
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Blooming for,
a moment,
A proud yellow,
and green.
Bright spots,
the grass,
And just as quickly,
old and withered,
Its seeds carried off,
by the wind.
Written by
