Seagulls with messages -
sent across the sea, to tell.
Scrolling timeless images -
Listening inside the seashell.
Leaves upon my porch -
I wish not to gather
nor collect.
In fear that one day
may forget.
One blade of grass left green
in a field of grey.
In spring it despises the change
of joy and feels indifferent.
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