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The tall grass
Sway from side to side
Blushing within from that
Which remains unseen.
Nestled in between blades
Is love’s hut
Many journey here in twos
Away from prying eyes
And wagging tongues
Days lost frolicking
In the green.
In the late of night
Lovers long gone,
The tall grass whispers out
To half awake feathers and
The sleep walking wind,
Tales of that which remains unseen,
Tales of that which goes on within.
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