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Len Fridman Sep 2014
Green as a meadow, a warm landscape of gentle caresses.
A flowering garden that blooms each time I gaze,
Growing in intensity with each passing moment.

Green as the colour of the vast ocean that holds eternal treasures so deep.
I swim in its warmth and let it envelope me,
Conjuring up a blissful peace in its magic.

I look into what is green and see our reflection.
I see a future, bright and clear,
Filled with laughter and joy,
Kindness and understanding,
Passion and Love.

I am not afraid to stare.
In green, I see pure beauty and a place where I want to live.

— The End —