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The grass is much greener so fresh and untouched
You glance at the memory when yours was as such
Considering landscapes around you are spent
You run to the Summer of your discontent

The grass becomes greener the longer you stare
A blossom much brighter than all in your care
They yearned for your nourishment; you gave despair
And thus without petals they cannot compare

The grass growing greener while your flowers thirst,
One for each time you have dived in headfirst,
For you they each promised a life more attained
But why save those souls when there's more to be gained?

The grass is much greener the further you fall
While browning small plants through your memory crawl
When will you notice? When are you sure?
A flower, when cared for, will be the most pure.
My cousin challenged anyone interested to post poems on his 'Magic Boy' wall to celebrate what he called 'Poem Day'. I think he may have just decided that today was that day, and I think it's a great idea to get people to at least think about it.

I think he was after cute poetry but in the car on the way home, with Adele's 'Someone Like You' still running around in my head, I had this theme come to mind. It's been an odd few days and I something has been on my mind. I fancied rolling out a few deliberate cliches of phraseology and structure to express it.

It's simple. I hope you get something out of it.
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