a dark green dress. the lavishing flowy kind that reaches the tips of your toes. a ring with an emerald as green as her eyes and as dark as moss. her toes curling around the grass beneath her as she sways to the harmonies of everything green.
a dark blue dress. the ragged clingy kind that never fits quite right. a hand so empty it yearns for the woman with the rings. her eyes watching from afar as the girl in green becomes one with nature. never glancing back at the girl in blue wishing for more.
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Wonders
PoetryPoems written by me for you (cover: free background from google, edited)
