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Mar 2014
There's a green sort of light
falling through the treetops
alighting gently in your hair.

There's a green sort of light
shining from your fingertips
into my skin. I can't see it
but I know it's there.

And you say
there's a green sort of light
my eyes catch from the sun
spin it out in a web to ensnare
yours.
Eliana
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Eliana  Israel
(Israel)   
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