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My home,
my home, I say: a slender blade of grass,
a beautiful sight.

As the sun rises.
The sun shines,
cutting through, glowing green on the pavement,
a beautiful sight
my home.
Everything spins,
it circles around and walks its own path,
up and down
with the chlorophyll.
My home,
my home, now I know, a slender blade of grass,
and surrounded
by many wildflowers.
It bends to the ground, the wind,
I’m just thinking of myself,
oh my home, my home,
my home is a blade of grass,
the meaning of my life: just me,
I want to stay.
How, I don’t know, an awkward, an awkward
-uninvited guest- appeared
like a holy beetle.
It doesn’t move, it’s stuck, standing at my door,
an uninvited guest,
its light shines after the sunset.
Its light shines,
glowing green, glowing green, strange skins
are moving
on the pavement.
I don’t need the sun,
I don’t need the sun, after sunset under the lamp’s light
it boils and bubbles
with the chlorophyll.