Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Synesthesia Poem

Green is growing and flourishing

It is bright, it is hopeful

Green is delicate, holding on by a single thread

But green is strong

Green holds up the weight of the world with its bare hands

Yet tastes sweet, tastes crisp

It tastes like wet fuji apple picked from the top of a tall tree in the country

Green is a sign of better days to come

Of ambition and of progress

Green brings the hope that things have been changed, so they can be changed back

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