Brown Grass (For Anisa)

When we were still young
the grass in my garden was always green,
vibrant, jade and magical,

we lived vivid beneath cerulean gem skies

untouchable in our youthful ignorance.


These days the grass is turning brown
from a lack of rainfall
and the sun that we once adored
has beaten us bronze and weary.



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