I was uttering the best of words,
The night when i almost felt asleep thinking about your soul,
But I felt too lazy to write them down,
Because I didn’t want to break the best fairytale,
Now known as ” The happy life ruled by the green color ”,
And yes, it became an obsession an illness the beauty of your soul,
And I lost all senses in mot cases when you wander around my poems,
And no clock or calendar will remind you,
For my poems will call your name,
Green !

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