Poetry Month #26
The grass looked as green as the sky from the other side of the fence. In fact in burned a bright blueish green and drew you in to touch it. But when you touched it, it sucked in your strength and left you weak. The grass was as green as the sky. It even felt like the sky when you walked upon it. You felt like you were floating, you thought you were falling. The grass was the color of the sky and it made you feel upside down. And when the blood came rushing to your face you wished you were back on your side of the fence.
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