GrEEn

by fingurz

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-05-24 18:13:00

Over the hills we charge,
But are caressed and encompassed
Into its waving seas of greenest grass,
And all is green.
We fall faithlessly from our previous devices
To land entrapped within our own concious thought,
Forgotten what we were to cherish to the end of rhyme,
But everything is green.
The screen we survey relates the truest of stories,
Fables of fabulous fields, free yet unfocused,
And all is green,
That I have seen…

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