Love Grown
I come alive with the flush of green.
No escaping.
My lungs breathe sparkles in fields of dreams.
Pure sensation.
Worries exposed get rushed to leaving.
Letting go.
Peace arises no longer speaking.
Let it flow.
With smoke I am weightless, I dance.
Let us fly.
It breaks the go to work for what trance.
Work and die.
It reminds me to simmer, fix crown.
Come home.
With green my mood goes up, never down.
Love grown.
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