BH (07-30-81 / Buffalo, New York)

Emerald Dream

I walk down
emerald halls,
floors covered in moss.

I walk down
emerald halls,
doors made of vines.

I walk down
emerald halls,
roofed in shimmering skies.

I walk down
emerald halls,
never wanting to leave
my emerald dream.

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You wouldn't have a propensity for the color green, now wou; ld ya, Brian? lol! Nice work here...i wrote a piece a long while back ''Emeralds And Black Diamonds''. Your piece has a nice rhythm & structure to it...Solid Penning! FjR