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Viridian

You have warm eyes of glittering jade

And scintillating chests of emeralds

But, more precious than any gemstone made

Because it holds motley stories yet to be said...

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It's like the chartreuse grass by my ankles

Tickling my every giggling whimsical fancy

Sluggish summer, in the bright farm fields

On a valley of lush growth and verdancy

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It's like a fractal ray of mellow butter sunlight

Passing through a crystal glass of absinthe

Little green fairy floating ever so daintily

Flowing into your liquid fragile pair of iris

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It's like that little hint and sharp tang of lime

That rests ever nicely on my pink tongue

Or a lone dark olive that's left at the bottom

Of a martini glass at an after-hours run

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It's like hot tea served on a bleak rainy day

Warming and relaxing your brittle gloomy nerves

Or a refreshing mint to cool the mouth

And to soothe your twitchy broken words

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It's like the shamrock-splashed parade

On Saint Patrick's Day, filled with fun

And as lucky as a picked four-leaf clover

And as happy as a dancing leprechaun

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It's like frothy waves of seafoam splashed

By the shores of a desolate sunset beach

And the message in a bottle that it washes up

A quaint mysterious unopened treat

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A beautiful colour of balance, growth, a colour showing creativity and creation

Green shades clashing, entwining, dotting flecks of brown, grey, and hazel

No wonder I lose myself in depths of new worlds, lost in limerent emotion

When I catch myself in your viridian gaze and into your prismatic green eyes I stare.