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Sestina: Green Dream
Was it only in a dream I saw green Willow bright In the pathway full of fright? Its loneliness caught my eye Not to be tainted by the sweet Smell of nectar golden sweet. Tomorrow I’ll dream With a glisten in my eye Deadened with the musty green Of nightmarish fright Which cannot outweigh the stars bright But can compare to the caramel brightness Of a nutshell so sweet It gave the small one a fright Though he dared dream Of bigger things green Which outshine the eye Of nether eye Can collapse into a bright Explosion of green Not to be confused with the sweet Possible dream That turns to frighten Quickly. Don’t deny the fright It’s chance to catch your eye For beauty holds even more than found in dreams Despite the lack of bright or things sweet Which weld together under the green Of grandad’s willow tree so green Whose dark corridors gave us a fright when young but nothing something sweet couldn’t cure besides a look in the eye of the beholder of bright miracles in a dead winter’s dream so when something green catches your eye don’t ignore the fright you find could turn out bright under willows sweet even if only in dreams.
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