I'm wasted but my best friend stays with me
She always does she barely can move
I love her fingers though they seem too green.
No grin she has and never smiles to you
But you smile back whenever see her kin.
We contemplate together seasons' change:
I smell the words she cultivates within,
She sucks red hue from sunsets with a rage.
We never talk - she can't and neither I.
Sometimes she asks for water stretching palms.
I'm watching her, it makes me feel alright
And she forgives me when I cause some harms.
We're not forever, sweetie, you agree?
It's hard to rip you dear but I did.
In gratitude for me who set you free
You give away exactly what I need.
My Green Friend
© Copyright: Юрий Шаулов, 2016
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