Cornflower Blue.
Then as a child left to run wild,
No worry or care no evils were there.
Watching the sun through eyelids just born.
Playing with nature in dens made of corn.
On an ocean of flowers so upright and blue,
We would play pirates on a great sea of hue.
Time existed only in seasons,
No need of when?
No need of reasons.
Copyright © Keith Drew | Year Posted 2006
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