From green, and blue, rises the red...as Love...

In Your sublime
The green green fields
Leaves fallen
As if blown by the wind
Seen the rise
Of green,
Amidst songs so red
As if Love there By Your Holy perfume
Like vaporisateur
The field blessed,

In Your sweet
Moist earth wet
Fertility of poems
Seen how gets a Fate
As if songs there You me begets...
Amidst green peace like haven
Seen the rise of Your red, like fertile laden...
And that dewy moist surely like raise
The White , The Pure ...
As if You there sing so true, so Sure...

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