Chartreuse

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Drops to blind my shyness’ glance    
Which is hiding my whole trust        
Under yellow lining dust.
Smiles to catch the evening chance.
Drops to wash away the crust.      

Yellow sips are flowing down
Yet their energy jump high 
Till my head it’s touching sky
While the rapture dance around,
Heavy frame within the fly. 

Drops to paint my vision right,
Yellow pale to green on lane,
Circles rounding yet again,
Squares to measure every sight.
Wondering I am alright! 

@Simona Prilogan, 02/02/2018, Nottingham 

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