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blue cedes to blush hues, scatters before the sun, vows by moon to reclaim.
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
I blush in cobalt and kiss in periwinkle; sadness heightens joy.
cityscape views, though garish by day, navy skies bring in your glamour.
yellow moon, watch from your indigo throne room; I bow, and come alive.
ink faded by time, blue-tinted memory of who I used to be.
in screams or whispers the sea is always singing; vast blue potential.
painted the walls blue, in hopeful expectation; empty nursery.
velvety nomad, with dainty periwinkle flee your captor’s net.
lay the flowers down with care, ever her treasure. her gravestone, adorned.
great churning river, do you dream of when you were mesmerizing blue?
her hands: numb, blue in piercing Michigan winters; made me wear the gloves.
sky’s birthing pigment the first pang, soft cornflower, brings forth all the rest.
