Greener Grass

In all colours sublime 
In bold mountains climb.
The majesty that I bring
Between such fragrant lips I sing;
And sing I must just to forget
Whatever my heart tells me yet;
And scarce feel In case I sink
I’m here, I’m real, let me think.

By Sam Fawcett
Greener Grass ~ (April) Wedmore, Somerset, UK, 2022

Published by Parisian Poetry

What makes us human, I believe is becoming to be stamped out. Words are so important, both spoken and on the page. Words make up the most powerful elements of our humanity. So, I'm feeling supersonic, why me why not? SF

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