Saturday, February 2, 2019

JASPER


Those mountains seems blue
As I watch from far...
But they are green
As I look from near
This distance between
me and them
Changes them
From green to blue...
Then why when you
Go away from me
You still look green
Who painted you
So emerald hue?

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