A Kiss of Green

Green upon our lips,

Grow delicate upon uplifted brows.

Comfort me in the warmth of your texture,

As shoots spring forth.

Hold one another beneath the sun,

And laugh out to bird song.

Free are we,

As the tendrils of Spring.

-M.E. InkOwl

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