Green is the glowing inner ring of his eyes
When he laughs, they curve UP like a crescent moon
When he's sad, they are glossy like a doll's eyes
And ever so big
Green is the moss under our feet
I dreamed of shared blackberry ice cream
And laughs made of summer breeze
Drowned in apricot sky
Green is the Celtic knots I drew
Locked away, locked away
From our adventures, I was locked away
Until I cried
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