Gone to GreenA Poem by BArtful in such ways Strolling through the day Carrying the soul The realm of should bes Rose timid upon a stream Life is his dream Smiling willow so it seems Known in coasted gleams Lilies tied to breath For all that lies beneath This roof like home Being the curve like tone Carrying stone feet Towards another clean Flowered world of sways To be another one at bay Tonight a whisper would fly Across the meadowing shy
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