September 2, 2011
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The sun radiates her beams towards her sister.
The beams envelope the plots of grass.
They become immersed in the sun.
The fields of grass shift from, away, and apart
By the wind.
The grass reaches out for the sun repeatedly,
Never fulfilling it`s own wishes.
Throughout the grass, there are weeds.
They too grow.
Some weeds progress better than the grass after all,
But some do not.
The strong do not always triumph.

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