If all the other colours
vanished but the Green
will stay
I will not be astonished
if I can only see you play
with honour and with love
and with a heart
that never dies
and with your joyful eyes
that also can be green
but sunglasses
called it lies
and like a colour filter
it shows the green
surprise
just entering a window
of our sight
a spectral seperation
the gloomy of all light
the green of all
the nature
the love that will
survive.
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Floy Dy Ra,06.13.2016
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