Sylvan Green

Eyes sylvan green,

Bore deep between;

He talks like storm winds,

Fires your dreams

 

Clouds sylvan green,

Some fearsome scene,

Dark and faintly menacing,

A darkly cloaked sheen

 

Wood, sylvan green,

Build up what you’ve seen;

Bark covers your handsome hands,

And your fingers’ seams

 

One day, sylvan green,

When you took a lien,

Just lost memories of one day

And his wrists, sylvan green

The End

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