If I am a blade of grass, the world serves me drought, the feet tread—heedless—on my head, and I am brown, cracked, and bent. Wave in the wind, they say, and shine in the sun, Emerald. Sport the frost or all is lost to the grey, the ice, the end. But I am only a […]
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