Three Verses
by
Ric Couchman
Truly great was their loss;
They hung their heads in burdened sadness,
But the soft green will come again.
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Like Brushstrokes on the landscape
A sea of verdant green blooms serene,
While in fitful sleep the dead lie beneath.
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We play this strange game
In which neither of us looks at the other,
But I caught you stealing a glance at me.
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[Photo Art #1 by Adilson Araujo and Photo Art #s 2 & 3 by Ric Couchman]
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