That colour, in between the receding blue sky,
And the sunset.
That colour, mesmerisingly plain,
Silvery-green.
That colour, of grass covered hills behind clouds,
Cloaked in white.
That colour, of lake water, starting to shimmer,
With green algae.
That colour, of calm, serenity and peace.
My peace.
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Lines ever more unclear, Not sure I'm even here...
Soft grass silenced my footfall as I ran dancing through the trees. Jade green leaves caressed my face and hair as I delightedly twirled by.
A beautiful smear of colour, Streaming across the sky, Against a dark grey canvas, The bleakness seemingly dies.
I can see a view so grand. Just a piece of this pleasant land. A field of green and waters still. Waders fishing with their bill. Insects buzzing round a tree. Seagulls swooping, wild and free.
The field behind my house was endless Reaching out into forever through a haze of lime green And impossible gold, like dust sprinkled On the surface of a lacquered table that gleams Beneath...
Glittering, amber light dances on the shimmering, turquoise sea. Crystal salt glimmers on the onyx rocks. Ivory birds soar through the dazzling, lapis lazuli heavens.
Let me whisper in your ear my dear of things that oft transpire when shadows long and toads do song and stars begin to fire. The space between the here and there when stillness does descend.
As I look out from my window, I see sliding down the pane, Little moisture beads of water, From a morning rain.
Bright tangerine sun sparkling like a diamond. Sitting by myself on an icy cold seat. Gentle, sweet wind. Hitting my little, pink face. Not a word was said for the longest time.
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