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Here comes a green summer,

in the North I would say.

In Goa, though, summer

is always a Heavenly hall,

a riot of greenery around,

the emerald with the monsoon.

The regal pond is in front,

proud of the necklace, shines.

Poison potion of greens

was already born green,

no mix of yellow and blue,

the unfading dream for the eyes.