Blue
When the color blue
Comes over you
A feeling of sadness
will ensue
But on those days
when skies are blue
The sun comes brightly
Shining through
Tune in your radio
for some rhythm and blues
And rock and roll
with blue suede shoes
Or you could go sailing
on the ocean blue
Ride the waves to blue horizons
You may even see a distant star
Or a blue moon sailing by Mars
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2013
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