not one more emerald river
will you cross
it's time to rest.
gather these
sad poppies to your heart
blighted by sudden snowfall
no remedies remain
draw the shade
over the shade
don't dwell on green
rainbows anymore, endlessly picture-perfect
or friends that vanish
like a dream-
like a lost cause
goodbye goodbye sweet emerald metier
mary angela douglas 20 october 2007/rev. 6 february 2010
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