bring me to the land of green.
green trees
green seas
green me.
brand new,
cracking out of my shell with
the egg tooth that never
quite fell.
make me green again
please.
i've been old too long.
what is it like to take in the sun
in the mornings
where the temperature
reads centigrade instead of
farenheit?
green as the day i was born.
green as the sea whose salt air burns me.
green as the tree i was hatched in.
green as the day
the temperature read in
centigrade.
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 6:04 PM UTC
bring me to the land of green.
green trees
green seas
green me.
brand new,
cracking out of my shell with
the egg tooth that never
quite fell.
make me green again
please.
i've been old too long.
what is it like to take in the sun
in the mornings
where the temperature
reads centigrade instead of
farenheit?
green as the day i was born.
green as the sea whose salt air burns me.
green as the tree i was hatched in.
green as the day
the temperature read in
centigrade.
i moved to brazil.
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