Chartreuse

Drops to blind my shyness' glanceWhich is hiding my whole trustUnder yellow lining dust.Smiles to catch the evening chance.Drops to wash away the crust. Yellow sips are flowing downYet their energy jumps highTill my head it's touching skyWhile the rapture dance around,Heavy frame within the fly. Drops to paint my vision right,Yellow pale to green … Continue reading Chartreuse