It’s not the green of a Christmas tree or a mint crème ice cream cone. It’s not the green of a dollar bill or a dollar store. This is no forest green, no mother nature green, it’s not even England green. This green is different. The green of first kisses, the first time I fell. The first time I tripped, the first time my hand brushed against yours. The first time I saw you, the night that you burst into flames.
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What is the color of hope?
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It’s not the green of a Christmas tree or a mint crème ice cream cone. It’s not the green of a dollar bill or a dollar store. This is no forest green, no mother nature green, it’s not even England green. This green is different.
The green of first kisses, the first time I fell. The first time I tripped, the first time my hand brushed against yours. The first time I saw you, the night that you burst into flames.
There’s a green I speak of,
OuLiPo