I walk down
emerald halls,
floors covered in moss.
I walk down
emerald halls,
doors made of vines.
I walk down
emerald halls,
roofed in shimmering skies.
I walk down
emerald halls,
never wanting to leave
my emerald dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You wouldn't have a propensity for the color green, now wou; ld ya, Brian? lol! Nice work here...i wrote a piece a long while back ''Emeralds And Black Diamonds''. Your piece has a nice rhythm & structure to it...Solid Penning! FjR