Blue Is a Pluvious Color
He said
remember me by the shape of my laugh
but I rarely saw a smile
climbing upon his image
left with no choice than
wrap those rare moments
seized with Polaroid seconds
I'm ordering them not to wear blue faces
as that was the only color he didn't want to follow him
consider it done
I'll lineup macarons in every tone
is possible to imagine
I'll spread gummy bears all over that
wooden plate which holds your body
so you can finally perceive
how it feels lying on the rainbow
yes
I'll pare down those blue shades
so that even rainbow cognises
how does it feel
being left
ripped
and no
there will be no rain
Copyright © Sanja Cokolic | Year Posted 2017
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