A fragile blue -green dream
adrift on silver ripples
on a moonlit night
pines gently rustled making melody
wild flowers dipped the breeze in fragrance
blue-green of the lake
reflected in blue-green of eyes
Till a frozen heart beat thaws
warming blood in numb veins
In this vast cold universe
i have a blue -green drenched soul
Adrift the silver ripples
A pure emerald-Saphhire soul
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