Green is also summer
I see the way you shine
Nothing else will do
I see you every time
It's a problem I find
Is there any sense
Getting down on my knees
And pray
Can I say the words I can't say?
the leaves they wither
Brown, yellow,
shy of green,
I'll wait for the final moment
when you'll whisper the words
That I can't say
Then I'll play it on repeat
By Jessica John Posko 🌻
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