At This Moment

at this moment
since you arrive late
what you will see
on the blades
of grass are nothing
but dusts

you never really
loved the dew

you never really
wanted to feel
the moist of mists

soon it will be the wriggling worms
underneath they have all the books

most of the words are cold
and likely the sounds too mournful

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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