Sep 3
Swirls across my vision sway,
Violent hues of greens and grays.
And from the splitting vision comes;
Waves of solace that wash out the glum.
Even as the time ticks by;
Nothing could hurt us; You and I.
Not while we are
Green.
Violent hues of greens and grays.
And from the splitting vision comes;
Waves of solace that wash out the glum.
Even as the time ticks by;
Nothing could hurt us; You and I.
Not while we are
Green.
I wrote this one day while I was alone and high in my bedroom, dreaming of love and beauty. One of my more inspired works. Enjoy!
