Faded Moonlight
Tuesday 26 October 2010
Blue
Blue
is a lake,
a sapphire ring
you can smell
blue
in many a thing:
Lupins and larkspur
forget-me-nots too
and if you listen
you can hear
blue
in wind over water
and where ever flax blooms
and when evening steps in to
lonely rooms.
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