I am not sure if you speak
from a fluttering sail's perspective
but the tinge on the canvas
stems from the unripe blossom it bears.
Anyway I look at it, it's worth
a blowing in the wind stanza or two.
So here, darling, I fare thee farewell
on a green sea of emerald lyrics
and pray the wind be less verduous
across the seas of your ululating wits.
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