Tuesday, February 20, 2024

Poetry- Blue Smile

Where does the blue begin?
Where does the smile end?

Where does the white wander?
Where does the worry wither either?

Where does the green grieve?
Where does the tree ponder either?

It's the blue, I say, I find in people's eyes and the ways they live and leave.

It's the white which pushes me to sleep through the voidness

It's the green that helps me look into grief in its lush abundant light stored in its womb and in it's veins.

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