Green Mile - an experiment
the green dips into necessary words of peace. like a sun in the shadows the motive is to move on with frailties like they were delights in the head. I still remember the chariot that forced my father away, the steeds swaying in the glory of a sky stretched out in bounteous blue.
the sky spread I cried and I know Pluto was looking up with a smile.
the green mile is missed when you stop thinking you are God of some kind and everytime you look back it is a feared steward that greets you, pouring in the wine, watching the shrine of a mournful counterpart.
the green mile is a piece one can hide in the pants of another and take off into the skies believing in colours one has never seen before.
how blue is blue and how blue is green? if the answer is unclear search your own skin.
the sky spread I cried and I know Pluto was looking up with a smile.
the green mile is missed when you stop thinking you are God of some kind and everytime you look back it is a feared steward that greets you, pouring in the wine, watching the shrine of a mournful counterpart.
the green mile is a piece one can hide in the pants of another and take off into the skies believing in colours one has never seen before.
how blue is blue and how blue is green? if the answer is unclear search your own skin.
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