Lost on the Green

      Poetry or Pa 2005-8-20 2:0
Why does the cloudy sky look purely blue?
Somebody was asking me with a gentle voice
I replied with a sad smile on my face
Honestly speaking, I have got no clue.
Why is the murky cloud still white and true?
You were asking me with great indifference
I said nothing and my heart began to race
Please hold my hand and let my instincts rule.
Nothing’s more important than this green
The warmth is penetrating my memory
For love only exists in the present.
The air is no longer painfully clean
Your promise is unfolding my story
Even though the past is still omni-present.
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