Promises.
Drifting down.
Wind.
Tall grasses.
Waving softly.
Slow caress.
Tan to brown to green.
Waving softly in the wind.
Grass crowns bending.
Falling.
Seeds and promises.
Falling.
Lost into the earth.
Seeds will find their way.
Another grass.
Another wind.
Another wave.
Next year’s rave.
But promises,
are lost forever.
Grasses waving
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
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