Blue Sorrow
Blue air
on the streets and in your hair
seeping into blood still traveling
oxygen lit and sweet
Blue tears
on your palms and past your years
wept on a whim from things you've seen
slipped into cornea vaults
Blue words
on your lips and wings of birds
attached with wire as they waited
to fly your sorrow hence.
Blue day
still on the books until flown away
to the land where sadness inherently dies
and memory markers remain.
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