At first I thought you were at fault
I was pointing finger at you
My heart was hard, cold, closed.
I look and look
and see that it was I who was wrong
I admit wrong
and apologize
My heart softens, warms, opens.
The door of my heart is always, again, open for you
No matter what you do to me
You are important to me
and I only wish you well and happy
that is all I want
and that is enough
I want nothing else from you
I am a little grass
You can step on me but you will never hurt me
and I will not hurt you back
and I will always stand tall
facing the sky
welcoming.... each.... moment....
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