Blue
She says,
'Forty in blue
Are you.'
And he looks past her, on the winter.
She says,
'Forty in blue
Are you.'
And he looks past her, out to the street.
She says,
'Forty in blue
Are you.'
And he looks past her, on the winter.
She says,
'You are Forty, and gently you are complete.'
She says,
'You are sky',
And he says,
'You leave me none.'
Copyright © Camille Beck | Year Posted 2007
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