the greens and blues,
with mes and yous
these things are true …
the wheres, the whose,
the whats, left clues;
time can’t undo,
what’s laid, what grew.
the dusks, the dews,
the lights, the hues.
the sun, the moon,
with you seemed new.
the songs, the tunes,
the ocean’s bloom …
let’s both escape
on this balloon.
Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2014. All rights reserved.
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