Have I fallen in love with green tonight
when the soft darkness of the azure sky
had painted her face against the fleeting time
and if I have then why, when the hour came
to look into her eyes, I looked away?
Who knows! May be it is the bitter past
or the future, inevitably cold,
waiting for each of us at the day’s end!
Still, love, so it seems, is larger than both
life and death. From the whispers of the wind
I know I am in love with her tonight
as her face is painted on the azure sky
and her limbs softly clad in green and gray…
and still when I should look into her eyes, I look away!
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