Green is the colour

Heavy hung the canopy of blue
Shade my eyes and I can see you
White is the light that shines through the dress that you wore.
She lay in the shadow of the wave
Hazy were the visions of her playing
Sunlight on her eyes but moonshine beat her blind everytime.
Green is the colour of her kind
Quickness of the eye deceives the mind
Envy is the bond between the hopeful and the damned.

An old Pink Floyd song, just sprung to mind like bumping in to a old friend on the street.

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A poem from the heart

Dear Valentine,

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Valentine’s Day is just consumerist bullshit,
Now haven’t you got some ironing to do?