Seen
- Harjeet Sodhi
- Feb 13
- 1 min read
Updated: Feb 14
When the old snow,
Melted in my backyard,
Tiny green grass invisibly visible,
Still half covered in the dirt,
Stood straight to receive the light,
Anew centered it seemed,
Regaining strength,
Coming out jubilant,
Now to stay,
For a long time.

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