the rustling of the leaves
the light as it pulls forth darkness
from seeds encased within
we will swarm the pavement
paths traversed in time
blinking, wading through the slime
never knowing the crushing blow
was never meant for me or you
if snails could tell the story
if only they had antennae to transmit
yet they do
so if i can avoid a crush
i throw them back into the morning dew
What does it mean to you?
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i like the way you ended this... but i am not a fan of the word "slime" unless you intended to rhyme.
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