Iris
A swimming sea of infinite emeralds
Lost in the irises, I've grown so familiar
An addictive passion I long for
Deceiving and mesmerizing, beckoning me in
A glance leaves me on my knees
The gravitational force pulling me down
Farther and farther beneath the surface
Engulfed in the affection held toward the green
Looking back at me
I am lost in the irises.
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