Always green

Always green but rarely seen

The scene that’s green.

Through the door

Will it be there any more

If I try and reach it through the door?

In shadows we will watch you

As the light tries to tempt us in

I reach for you, an unseen force

From there? Or from within?

I try to connect on a level plain

And realise that I want more

Reflections; reactions can’t be forced

So I’m walking through that door


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