Green
Its the grass that tickled out feet
Those many moons past.
It's the leaves dangling gently
Off of canopies we've surely walked under
Those many tides back.
It's the pulse in your eyes,
Beaconing colour from the pupil.
The most natural shade of them all.
It's the start of a beginning
that flashed by thorough.
It's green darling.
Green in it's beauty and in it's shine.
It's the acrylic that painted
Your coat in the coldest of days.
A green night and a green day.
To remind me of you, my lovely.
Copyright © Frank Cipriani | Year Posted 2009
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