Blue

14 March 2003

Blue is the sky above,
turning the sky into blue.
Blue but the nighttime comes,
and I feel blue, that’s true.

Blue is her crying eyes
and the air is blue in here.
When the feeling is blue,
I know blue will be everywhere.

Blue butterflies in the garden,
kissing the scent of blue berries.
And the blue flower there
is feasted by blue jolly bees.

I remember the blue cold night;
I made her blue eyes cry.
Wearing the blue shirt I gave,
she said it very blue, ‘goodbye!’

kenn jimena

*original image appears in link

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