You blue winds in your eyes
Green whispers the grass your breath
I sea angry in my troubled heart
Black dust ashes in your lashes
My smile faint and skinny invite
Chalk white talk brown night folk
Stand moon close stars doze off
In breeze soft and mellow hollow
Feelings reeling past dust of yestyears
Fears yellow melt snow souvenirs.
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You remember us the best music Jazz to live romantic time with this. Thank you Si Driss for this great poem.