26. a poem in which each line has six words
and makes a statement or at least expresses
a complete thought.
Landscape
Greenest freshest grass surrounds the trees.
The trees' bare branches announce death.
Death! And yet it is Spring!
Grasses grasp any opportunity: birth, growth.
Pathetic how conquered the trees look.
Anorexic, all nutrients sucked out, wasted.
Green! Fresh! The grasses seduce, juicy.
Without Death, how dry their existence.
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