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 I found it between freshly cut buttercups  

and a cerulean sea

Splashed upon a canvas

 of a painter' s fantasy .

I am colour blind , yet since I was a child

I could feel, I could taste, I could hear  

I could smell ,all that I couldn't  see .

And its green. It is  so green to me.

I smell  it through the brewing pot 

and pouring of a morning Indian tea

I taste  its sugar from the maple leaf 

And its green , it is so green to me.

I feel its velvets on my neck's nape

from the early buds of Spring

I hear it through the sheep bells  

grazing  on the hills. 

I see it 'neath the harvest moon

 when they drink white wine and sing.

I am colour blind , yet since I was a child

I could feel , I could taste, , I could hear 

 I could smell ,all that I couldn't  see, 

And its green. It is  so green to me.

This colour of serenity 

Makes me one with who I am

It is in tales and genesis 

of  Eve  and every man .

This nature where I roam through 

Far from envy, wild and free

Far from the climbing ivy 

that chokes society.

Between freshly cut buttercups 

and a cerulean sea.

Its Splashed upon a canvas 

of a painter's fantasy.


Beyond those blues and yellows

Is it green that I can see ?

Its verdant fields I sleep on

wherever I may be 





P.S - Inspired by Silent One 's Green (Colours United  Contest )
bur not for the contest.

Though I'm not colour blind, this was inspired by
someone close to me  who is colourblind to green and brown.

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