i see tall veridian green grasses waving in the breeze,
their dried yellowed endings waving to me in unison
as if fans with torchlights at a concert.
i look upon them , smiling as i try to catch one of the yellow dried up ends.
yet they seem to be untouched by my reach..
i cannot feel the breeze they feel.
i can smell them ..
they are so real yet blocked away from me by a screen
ahhh..
what a marvellous invention to toture all of us as we look at reality flash before our eyes , yet unable to feel it
unable to smell it
unable to kiss it..
this i think slumping back into a cream coloured sofa..
though it is old, and a bit uncomfortable, it is real ........
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