Green is the color
It melts before my eyes
Mixing to liquid
Can't seem to fight it
Hair melts like honey
Around her fragile neck
Shifting in motion
My mind denies it
Drift through the silence
That seems to separate
Can't bear the laughter
Try to confine it
Stare at the fragrance
Its smile will comfort me
Long past the evening
Imortalize it
First Taste of Ash
c 1998 Wade Summerlin
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From the album
"Sounds From the Gathering"
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