Grass FingertipsA Poem by DeannaLay on the grass And let yourself be caressed The grass blades poke and massage like fingers Touching every inch of skin The green grips the flesh Just relax like you’ve never been Close your eyes It’s okay The fingers keep you safe They hold up from the tears that are cried The fingertips hold you high And feel proud The delicate cushions lulls for sleep When consciousness begins to slip Everything is all right by the grass’s fingertips
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Added on April 30, 2009 AuthorDeannaBay Area, CAAboutHey guys! I'm Deanna, I'm sixteen; totally excited to have joined! Writing has been in my life since at the latest the 3rd grade and I love writing almost anything. Poetry, lyrics, short stories, nove.. more..Writing
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