The green smoke
lamp shines on
very well and
so brightly,
bringing the images
of the trees
cast on the
floor so near,
and hiding the
pathway to the gate
from the strangers.
The rain on
the green leafs
makes it even
more intense and
intriguing to access.
It doesn't take
forever to ever
nurture loves dream.
It's roaming and
turning without
ceasing.
Spinning so fast,
making it impossible
to catch your breath.
Dispersed and,
disappeared,
lost out on
the dream bed.
Forgotten,
not remembered
anymore,
not even remotely.
The sheds
of green leaves
are definitely
not the same.
But facing the
face of the
green sea
from the hill
where the green
dragon lives,
fronts the hidden
gateway of
the new frontier
to the unknown,
like a person's
heart pulsates
with infinite love
remotely controlled.
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