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In the serenity of green leaves there is tenderness,
which strives to wrap and bind us
in memories, all whilst blowing in the breeze.
Our imaginings glimmer on soft stems
nurtured by life strewn far and wide; oceanic green
floats around us, and can dance while being thrown
to kingdom come; like the explosion of flamenco’s
wooden sound and its far reaching flamboyance of
grimaces and stoic craftsmanship – all of which try and make nature
tremble under stampeding foot – but nature and its
green, especially that which whispers together, will always
be the force – there will always be harmony, there will always be green –
despite us.
Beautiful words – and I like your pointed conclusion.
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Thank you very much, Chris. I’m glad you liked it.
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Ending really capped this off nicely.
Green = life, and despite our illusionary grip on running the world, with or without us there will be green. At least that’s my take 🙂
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Yep, you would be right. Thanks, Lion.
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