Spinning a bright green umbrella in the rain,
Blowing up a helium balloon with might,
The cold chill of winter and sweet smelling pines,
Moss-covered rocks in the deep woods.
Icky algae covered water,
Sipping some iced matcha tea,
The sparkling of emerald gems,
Or sour green apple gummy worms.
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PoetryBeing a writer, my brain is filled with glorious ideas. I want to give my words life- and these are mine.
