I am mint green light and fresh
Lazy like the palms of a somber tree
The mist masking its surroundings
Now showing all there is to be seen
Sweet sweet sorrows of an old old soul
I am light butter yellow full of bright energetic light begging
To be set free
Swirling, swishing m swaying emotions
Always changing
A child lost in translation not willing
To fall for all the manipulation
The snapping and cracking of emotions alive.
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