Chartreuse green March and vivid photographs;

Old blue jeans and old guitar show me ways

A cup of subtle tea mixed with your laugh,

Turns things around and lightens up my days.

Sick emptiness that brings me to my knees,

Leave scars on edge of chaos in haze

Like the new shade of blue, you unbind me;

When memories and ashes fall in daze.

Time after time in enchanted nights;

Crosssilver ring that ceases soul to freeze

Endless brown sparkle under endless light,

You hold me then I can lay there in breeze.

As any shall one compare, yet after all,

As bright as flare, you are my wonderwall.

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