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"malachite" poems
we hail from synonyms replicate those isles of dirt jagged colossal terrains of earth which sprouts to scrape the wisps of pearly clouds where marble and stone splintered scorches of gnarled bark where the soft paws of preying lions roam within the sea of swaying golden grass where each stroke of a feathered wing flourishes the air with its mighty swing and the threshold of mysterious beings idle in mischief of deep blue seas and those salty shores swallow the iron hulk of ships and ferocious savages of nature's call groaning in mourn for her body her crevasses and pools of spilling crystal cerulean water where the malachite moss sits in stone of endless time and trees groomed of wind and sun prideful beneath the drink of the setting morrow she yearns for the claim of her shape for the purity of her waters like blood her parched throat of sandy desert lands amputated into wells of gorging oil she suffocates from her very existence a poison to herself and as the days wan to a fast massacre to her own suicidal mission to feed our negligence we label: humanity
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Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC
Motherland
Born to the night in the cry of wolves, We are….inked lovers spilling secrets, under velvet skies, Shrouding the night in silver spools; The season of silver silence, hangs upon shades of silken soul, This midnight offering, a white entice; My hair shimmers brightly, a wet fleece of gold, of shadow and starlight, And shimmering hues, emerald and sapphire breathe kindred embers into the bellows of passion; Challenging the flame that burns; entwined.... Whispered intrigue lays in the crescent of moon, In an eminent blaze of sweetest surrender Unborn whispers lie entwined with heated petals, silken; We shiver....I shiver, I am warm arms embraced; Your lips hard yet soft against my side, The feel of flesh warmed to a rising flame... The long moon steps into midnight; My ******* full of your hands as candles, pour hard against the ebon fall, Luscious to the hush of soft smiles Steeled eloquence flows in ribbon ripples; Winter sown, blood quilled, in midnights cast; Cloaked in beautiful, shadow's bed a bouquet of lacy foxglove... Eyes closed and deep of breath, Moistness seeps the sugared flower, and longing surges deep; Shudder me wicked, drench me quick; The wildness swirls inside as he moves like a shadow over my heart His tongue eager to swim the gushing urge; Touching, slick-slide, the soothe of smooth fingers slip past softness; Lips cross, moist to moan me quick, sliding to quivers. Thigh's whispering and heart pounding , Soft, the wind blows, tapping walls, fingers dancing And shadow sways to moonlight... Velvet-soft, the sweet of tongue's mesh, Fire burning, The tips of breast's aroused by the touch of a slow hand lover; Your tongue gently rolls, wet and burning hot, Hungrily, it feeds diving deep, and sandalwood spires upon the malachite air, And burning murmurs the silent song, pleasures Your flame to touch me hot, softly hard, Against the darting quivering rose, stokes sweet, the flame of conjure.... I weep as you strain to slay this huntress of indolent submission; Descending into darkness, I squirm upon your touch, lifting my altar upon your hunger, Eyes lost to ecstasy, the flow quickens from abyssal moans; Overflowing with need, release bound by gold shattered stars Suckling whispered thoughts; With us, for us, in us, in dreams, in thoughts, in love ....And in....time my love..................
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Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 5:31 PM UTC
Twin Flame Dance:
Born to the night in the cry of wolves, We are….inked lovers spilling secrets, under velvet skies, Shrouding the night in silver spools; The season of silver silence, hangs upon shades of silken soul, This midnight offering, a white entice; My hair shimmers brightly, a wet fleece of gold, of shadow and starlight, And shimmering hues, emerald and sapphire breathe kindred embers into the bellows of passion; Challenging the flame that burns; entwined.... Whispered intrigue lays in the crescent of moon, In an eminent blaze of sweetest surrender Unborn whispers lie entwined with heated petals, silken; We shiver....I shiver, I am warm arms embraced; Your lips hard yet soft against my side, The feel of flesh warmed to a rising flame... The long moon steps into midnight; My ******* full of your hands as candles, pour hard against the ebon fall, Luscious to the hush of soft smiles Steeled eloquence flows in ribbon ripples; Winter sown, blood quilled, in midnights cast; Cloaked in beautiful, shadow's bed a bouquet of lacy foxglove... Eyes closed and deep of breath, Moistness seeps the sugared flower, and longing surges deep; Shudder me wicked, drench me quick; The wildness swirls inside as he moves like a shadow over my heart His tongue eager to swim the gushing urge; Touching, slick-slide, the soothe of smooth fingers slip past softness; Lips cross, moist to moan me quick, sliding to quivers. Thigh's whispering and heart pounding , Soft, the wind blows, tapping walls, fingers dancing And shadow sways to moonlight... Velvet-soft, the sweet of tongue's mesh, Fire burning, The tips of breast's aroused by the touch of a slow hand lover; Your tongue gently rolls, wet and burning hot, Hungrily, it feeds diving deep, and sandalwood spires upon the malachite air, And burning murmurs the silent song, pleasures Your flame to touch me hot, softly hard, Against the darting quivering rose, stokes sweet, the flame of conjure.... I weep as you strain to slay this huntress of indolent submission; Descending into darkness, I squirm upon your touch, lifting my altar upon your hunger, Eyes lost to ecstasy, the flow quickens from abyssal moans; Overflowing with need, release bound by gold shattered stars Suckling whispered thoughts; With us, for us, in us, in dreams, in thoughts, in love ....And in....time my love..................
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Scorpio ♏️ ~~~~~ Scorpio needs the healing of Aquamarine Charolite, Turquoise, Malachite or Emerald Obsidian Black , Golden Topaz and Boji Stone Ruby, Lapis Lazuli,Green Tourmaline,Kunzite Peridot , Rainbow Moonstone, Rhodochrosite. I know of Variscite Hiddenite n Apache tears. Or Herkimer Diamond ,Hiddenite , or Variscite ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by Philip December 22nd 2018.
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 2:34 AM UTC
Scorpio ♏️ October 24-November 22
Capricorn ♑️ ~~~~~~~~ Capricornian don’t mind me. I can’t live as you. As you have the highest of standards always. Peridot,Garnets, Agate or Turquoise to wear Ruby’s grace a  beautiful young maidens hair. I can see the jewels in your eyes as you smile. Carnelian stones or Malachite for soul healing Or Jet ,Smokey Quartz or shiny Black Onyx. Red Garnets,Blue Aragonite,Green Tourmaline Nonsuch is the birth symbol ,graceful as thee ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by Philip. December 19th 2018.
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Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 8:34 PM UTC
Capricorn ♑️ December 23 - January 20
Upon the shores of Malachite Next to the cobalt seas Under molten silver slivers of moonbeams That shatter on the crystal icing Covering the diamonded waterfall By the golden sand . . . Gather the Unicorns Of Neptune , Uranus , and Pluto and beyond Playfully cavorting between Steel seas and emeralded mountains On the frozen sands of time unchanged For a thousand Earth's comings But it's just a dream A lunacy , a nothingness in the night All my Unicorns have taken to flight And were never there Or were they ? All the frozen seas . . . Are now warm Florida Keys Under a full August moon And all the mountains . . . Are impossible fears That have faded into prairies Swelling like seas And there are no proof prints In the sands of time Of a far away race Frozen in time
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
By The Shores Of Malachite
Sagittarius ♐️ ~~~~~~~~~~ Sagittarius is so joyous and very fun loving Amethyst,Turquoise,Lapis Lazuli n Blue Topaz Grace her body with healing properties now. I recommend Azurite stone, Blue lace Agate Tourmaline pink, Malachite, n Yellow Sapphire Topaz of white and beautiful Ruby Stones A Zircon Crystal and Snowflake Obsidian Rich Merlinite, Labralite ,Dioptase n Charolite In these healing crystals wear them with faith Understanding the powers the Universe grants Sacred is the space that you take upon Earth. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by Philip. December 23rd 2018.
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 7:52 PM UTC
Sagittarius ♐️ November 23- December 22
Watch me as I unwrap... passionate, In the drench of our rain..... And night falls... A silent murmur Where the heart pauses, A malachite shadow Penetrates fire, Burning A flame's fierce lick Beneath pulse... Somewhere.... His smile touches Warming the red sea of my heart Pulsating ripples, spread Soliloquies upon my skin Orated in Southern sighs... Slowly... Desire engages, ******* hardening Under tongue's brush; Moist ripe, swollen folds Tempt his lips to kiss my yielding Where breath catches, And I ... smolder within each touch... Drenched.. My scent quivers languor, Rhapsodic, Drowning pools, orchid petaled Finger parted... tender; Under sweet seduction, Stirring the supple bloom, Tasting the restless currents That throb through my milky sea... Small moans... Electric blue hangs the air.. Primal lust etching curves, Tracing dewy flesh, Heating Skin on skin, ****** scent….arousing, Tongue brushed hardness Between dampened lips... Hot.... The scorching sear... stigmata Sin licks along thighs, Essence, dripping, S W E E T Sensory overload, Breaking my binds... Feed... My appetite, I am.. lashes soft, licking thoughts No words No words... Just.... Feed the need that overwhelms, Grow inside me, Fill me once again.......
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Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 1:13 PM UTC
And Night Falls:
“ Crow “ Whatcha stearin at ye scrawny bird Ah’ll draped in black en wi malachite eyes, Whitcha Feathers in tatters ah’ll covered in crud Hoppin en skippin en lookin so wise, Whydja squawk et mi in that orible way, Whydja caw en caw en caw et mi Ahs’tha reely got summat to say Ah’stha reely got summat to say, GEERCHA yer self bak up in’te sky En leave mi alone wi mi beer, If ye stay round ere yel end up dead yon fox el av yer i fear, yon fox el av yer i fear so leave mi alone wi mi beer. Alan nettleton......... + bottle n arf o' whine...
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Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 7:23 AM UTC
"- crow -"
Secret Garden Rose buds dressed in pastel pink, Waxy coats, Keep secrets locked tight, Till they bloom, They'll never tell, Not indiscreet, As buds are open, All set free, Release sweet secrets to you and me, Fuschia dark awaits her popping, As child, Was a game, Her secret's darker than her flower, That's why she stays locked tight! Aquilegia, my Columbine, Keeps delicate secrets, Safe in fragile name, As dainty dancer, Secrets safe from Pantaloon, Les Millions d' Arlequin, Harlequin seeks his columbine, A comedy of errors, He'll never find! Garden secrets will release if in crazy error, The grass finds out, Whispering in tongues, With conscience sadly lacking, On breezy days, As zephyr lifts, Malachite secrets, Malevolence released! By ladylivvi1 © 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 8:08 AM UTC
Secret Garden
It is peaceful here in the meadow outside your gate, the zebras gather & float between the ferns, hues of jade & malachite. I hear the lone Nightingale deep in the bush a **** does crow & I am spellbound, held breathless by your nakedness, my vision.
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May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 10:03 AM UTC
Please Open Up Gatekeeper
The world is too small for me. The land, with its palette of Green, the malachite feathers quivering on the Brown, rough boughs of trees, that sprout from the soft Earth, dotted with flowers, their petals Prismatic, broken rays of a rainbow - Red dust stained with Yellow grain crossed with Violet air blended with Blue seas that stretch into darkness. I cannot see in the dark, and the sky, The sky is bright. I am compressed. Filled with the need to stretch out my arms And let the wind With its opalescent hands Carry me into the atmosphere Like a meteor That fell, the fire of its descent stripping away its rocky flesh Leaving behind only bones made of skin Returning home. I could speak to the stars. My words traveling through the void of space Silent, but not voiceless And marvel at the heat touching my blue lips. I could touch the sun. The fiery eye surrounded by bright, unfurling rays - I could pluck them Like the daisies I had thought so magnificent as a child, Their soft, white crowns served as the stars To my younger shadow. Their tangibility comforting In a large world. My, how I have grown When the world has not. I would preform ballet on the bands of light Being drawn into my own black hole. The ravenous hollow created out of destruction And when my body breaks apart It will do so with the light. I would waltz from asteroid to asteroid Their metallic bodies cold beneath my bare feet As they spun, empty and lonely - But I would turn with them Smiling and laughing silently And I would feel free. There is so much In my sky Past the blue. But, no matter how tall I grow Or how high I jump Or how far I stretch out my arms I will not ascend To where my heart has gone.
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Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 9:21 PM UTC
The World Is Too Small For Me
The world is too small for me. The land, with its palette of Green, the malachite feathers quivering on the Brown, rough boughs of trees, that sprout from the soft Earth, dotted with flowers, their petals Prismatic, broken rays of a rainbow - Red dust stained with Yellow grain crossed with Violet air blended with Blue seas that stretch into darkness. I cannot see in the dark, and the sky, The sky is bright. I am compressed. Filled with the need to stretch out my arms And let the wind With its opalescent hands Carry me into the atmosphere Like a meteor That fell, the fire of its descent stripping away its rocky flesh Leaving behind only bones made of skin Returning home. I could speak to the stars. My words traveling through the void of space Silent, but not voiceless And marvel at the heat touching my blue lips. I could touch the sun. The fiery eye surrounded by bright, unfurling rays - I could pluck them Like the daisies I had thought so magnificent as a child, Their soft, white crowns served as the stars To my younger shadow. Their tangibility comforting In a large world. My, how I have grown When the world has not. I would preform ballet on the bands of light Being drawn into my own black hole. The ravenous hollow created out of destruction And when my body breaks apart It will do so with the light. I would waltz from asteroid to asteroid Their metallic bodies cold beneath my bare feet As they spun, empty and lonely - But I would turn with them Smiling and laughing silently And I would feel free. There is so much In my sky Past the blue. But, no matter how tall I grow Or how high I jump Or how far I stretch out my arms I will not ascend To where my heart has gone.
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A smell so delicious, Persues the kiddies around the lounge. Wafts from the kitchen. Such luscious aromas. Fresh pastry, as mince pies she's baked. The tree pined longingly for a special relationship. This Christmas had to find itself a home. Where it was warm and cosy. To stand outside no more. Safe indoors from winter's storms. It stood as a puff ball of needles. Malachite and emerald. Peridots of stars that sparkle. Free-standing tall, stuck in a *** of soil, Waiting to be decked in tinsel. Let the belled garlands ****** While the tree top lights twinkle Where peeping neighbour's could be nosy. To spy in through the windows of the house next door. Check out their tree and their presents for sure. While the turkey roasted in the foil. Smell the children's excitement. Senses all a flare. Sound of ripping wrapping without even a care. Excitement of children and adults. Ready for Christmas day! By ladylivvi1 © 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 2:35 PM UTC
Sweet Scents of Joyeux Noel!
Damnably grey, I sink into A lightless sea. My breath falls In gasps of air, my eyes Shut as gas rises. Dear Pity May you have my lungs fill with Cold, watery iron until the Sharks carry my pieces like Prayers to fishing boats. Stuck in the colloid Of my wasteful life I create My own shadow - malachite jaw Swallow me before I am Forced to burn the belly of A whale. Moon thief lends My paper body a dapple of stolen Light to dry my soggy skin. If only the black water could Clean between my numb ears - Instead it sits tepid and full of Mosquitos leaking with eggs and blood. All I wish is for a wind to Uncloud me, for air to inflate Me. I breathe, I breathe - More fool I.
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Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
A ***** Thought
There is a magic in the midnight sky; In tinted arctic dawns that gild the snow; In golden, sunlit jungles of Khitai; The glory of a Persian sunset’s afterglow; In the aurora’s weird, unearthly light, Where stars are eyes obscured behind a veil Of dancing amethyst and malachite; The vivid transience of the meteor’s trail; The silence of a ruined city of the waste; Moonrise that dapples the deserted plain; A solitary island by wild seas embraced; By blind, perpetual tides that surge and race To thunder on the skyward-reaching shore in vain; In trackless forest; in high peaks cloaked in a shroud Of evening mist; in galleon-sails of summer cloud; In all the endless beauty that this world contains...
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Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 6:25 PM UTC
The Hill of Dreams (fragment)
You wore your flame hair across your pretty face hiding malachite & your freckle-constellations. The stars that melted me, I got lost in them when you combed your hair back in a cute little red bun.
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Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 6:04 AM UTC
Your Freckles Were The Stars To My Heart (Little Red Bun)
Malachite. Lapis Lazuli. Refreshing Sun or Moonlight Please renew me.
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Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 7:35 AM UTC
Green Green Green
CONJECTURL AMBIT        The earliest thought- I was a blind rock: mineral feeling of an uncut idol, my pressed wings induce a false sleep. I don't trust me as part of a building because my frozen nerves are still related to ****** business and my stability depends on old things' roots. Like a snail in the memory's spiral I make slow circles in a Levantine tower, living places are overlapping to form an upright native land, a growing mirror with all my moments in a wintery evangelical succession, annular heads raising from a well where peoples' liquid mind mix. I can hardly bear it, wearing fancy clothes I try to cover the mythological Meat, the inhuman side of the flesh, the anatomic stains. Drinking tea I clean my conscience, oh, lovely furniture and fine art objects, do you realize that I'm completely happy in your  abstract presence? Do you realize that you keep my eternity in precious fragile eggs? You bloom at the end of the matter, you touch the other sky, the brown heavy sky polished by silvery cats-indefinite slippery  ideas about beauty, the intimate effort of a deeply ploughed woman in order to cicatrize herself. The meadow's malachite door is open, I can see the primary glaucos mass of terrible friends, butterfly marrow, the  viscous veins of raw angels, my negative steps under the ruined house, our unforgettable bodies swimming in the magma. So, I'm a resting beast   between fish and bird, nothing is totally seen or totally heard, this light Protection, the transparent humanism is the only glamour of the organism
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC
CONJECTURAL AMBIT
CONJECTURL AMBIT        The earliest thought- I was a blind rock: mineral feeling of an uncut idol, my pressed wings induce a false sleep. I don't trust me as part of a building because my frozen nerves are still related to ****** business and my stability depends on old things' roots. Like a snail in the memory's spiral I make slow circles in a Levantine tower, living places are overlapping to form an upright native land, a growing mirror with all my moments in a wintery evangelical succession, annular heads raising from a well where peoples' liquid mind mix. I can hardly bear it, wearing fancy clothes I try to cover the mythological Meat, the inhuman side of the flesh, the anatomic stains. Drinking tea I clean my conscience, oh, lovely furniture and fine art objects, do you realize that I'm completely happy in your  abstract presence? Do you realize that you keep my eternity in precious fragile eggs? You bloom at the end of the matter, you touch the other sky, the brown heavy sky polished by silvery cats-indefinite slippery  ideas about beauty, the intimate effort of a deeply ploughed woman in order to cicatrize herself. The meadow's malachite door is open, I can see the primary glaucos mass of terrible friends, butterfly marrow, the  viscous veins of raw angels, my negative steps under the ruined house, our unforgettable bodies swimming in the magma. So, I'm a resting beast   between fish and bird, nothing is totally seen or totally heard, this light Protection, the transparent humanism is the only glamour of the organism
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I’ll chase you over backwards and sideways cover you in chocolate, peel off your shell, fill you with another body I’ll eat you a rainbow separate the opals, moonstones, malachite love—little girl with scotch-brown hair soft, eggshell yellow and crack oh god... I'm sorry.
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Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
I’m crossing you over
Scarlet tufted malachite sunbird Ruby, emerald, sapphire Feathered jewels take flight
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Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC
Sunbird
Strange, how when I think of you, I think of pomegranates, I think of raging streams & pistachio ice cream & the planets. I think of your malachite eyes & whiskey, & how you made me feel in Manaus, smoking twisties. Yesterday, at 3:31 in the morning, I was thinking about your firm thighs & your tender touch & the reasons why I cry. But mostly, I think I think too much.
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
I Think I Think Too Much
Your body heat always generated more from me, such a risk taker you were, ready at the helm & so accommodating. It was as if malachite & chocolate held specials powers, a magnetism that created the greatest ******* of all time. Perhaps, the biggest in the entire universe. Epoch. Like were we really the first ones to discover the ***** provocative private photos, the hood of cars & special party favors? The madness of the day ruled our fiery hearts & we couldn't get enough sensuous playtime. But who were those people, those disruptors of love, the joy killers, who surely did not, did not come from above. Certainly they came, they came from below, from the very gates of hell & I gave up forgiveness so long ago.
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Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 4:00 AM UTC
Empty On Forgiveness (For The Disruptors Of Love)
In the second hand soothing of darkest address: frost crawls. Having crept down the alleys on  serpentine silvers to pilfer the vaults of an Indian Summer, in crystalline raiment the malachite pavements succumb to its covering sprawl. On shellac returns of lamp delta falls minutiae maraud in bitter sweet symmetry shattering petals, encasing in glass the Stella shot run of the vine. A glacier tourniquet scuppers the mold an accomplished assassin of natural device, with icy indifference it hushes the ***** The Moon, for the life in her eyes.
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Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC
Frost
A colour of the spectrum Located between blue and yellow Poor, green, not as fresh as blue Or as pretty and bright as yellow Yet, it's the colour associated with Springtime, youth, hope and envy. Ahh, beware the green eyed monster Jealousy, verdant grows within. Green the most important colour of Islam Celtic Ireland, verdant paradise Camouflage, hide, conceal, all green Youth hides it's innocence Innocence, shaken on the boughs Malachite, verdant, verdigris How odd this colour means so much to so many Europe and the US attributes the colour to the Devil sickness & death But spring is life Not death Green for go, green for environment,for Death, malaise, poison, British racing green Such a small colour Such large meaning Beware the colour green It has too many meanings, to many connotations
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Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
Green