The Poem
I had the poem
Smelled freshly washed bedding
Just before falling asleep
Green as the first sign of spring
When a tiny piece of green
Turns into gold amongst the grey
I didn’t remember the poem when I woke up
Just that the last line
Was like a warm, vibrant, sunset
When green and blue throws in the towel
And orange, red, purple and even pink rules the sky
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