THE GRASS BENEATH MY FEET free verse Andrew Nguyen // 12 Like the leaves attached to trees Sailing the winds and out of sight People aren’t who they seem to be In all of us is a sense of fright In this field of ours we’ve explored Climbing high and digging low We all have that something stored Only a special person can know Some want to unlock what’s hidden Some want to take your pride You keep things forbidden But you let a single soul inside Through the trees, over rivers This feeling you’ve never felt before The slight breeze causes no shivers As they show you all to adore
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