A Note for Blue
Blue dresses like angels
wings spread to catch the wind
Blue sings sweet as a harp
voice floating on waves of light
Blue isn't like other girls
they walk arm in arm to class
Blue lives in the closet
colors with crayons on the walls
Blue only drinks rain drops
knows the meaning of darkness
Blue once whispered to me
"I'm only a reflection"
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2 comments:
Nice, I like this. w/metta
thanks!
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