Baby Blues
In bulging globes like sapphires strung,
A woeful moaning song is sung.
They flow like brooks.
Mysterious deep afflictions
Swim inside the wet reflections
Of this child's looks.
Copyright © Nicole Rodriguez | Year Posted 2014
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