![]() Grass StainsA Poem by Steph CruzPermanently stained Shorts from a time when Wearing stained clothing Was acceptable because you Didn’t have an image to keep. After all, you were only a kid. At the time, you didn’t care And you couldn’t quite grasp The definition of judgemental. You just wanted to have fun, And you did in those opal Sky days when you would Play tag and trip over your own Feet without the embarrassment. Then you could just lay there On a patch of perfect green grass And make delightful shapes and Fairy tales out of cotton palaces In the sky. The green grass stains They made an impression so You can always recall the bliss Life can be.
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Added on May 19, 2013 Last Updated on May 19, 2013 Tags: life, dreams, frustration, pain, broken dreams, heartache, writer, creative writing, poetry, death, sadness, grief Author
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