Green
My eyes are greener than green, a black tunnel to my soul never to be seen. Sucked under ten feet down, no where to run; so big a frown. I hate the way things go today; all because descisions I have to pay
Green
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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