yearning


A cool little glen

Tiny intimate corners

Cobbles upon cobbles

And an inordinate period of time

Which to explore

Mossy rocks

Hidden crevices

Rain-wet leaves

Emitting an emerald fragrance

After being kissed by the sun

Ultimate quiet

Absolute green

As the color of my soul

Fed by the sun

And naught more.

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