I am green
I am green.
The color with many means.
The subtle rage that is yours,
The pure extract from the earth galore.
The ample energy surrounding,
The love that is astounding.
I am green.
The color, I mean.
Of monetary things,
Of unnecessary means,
Of uncelebrated dreams,
Of unfortunate scenes
I am green.
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