Missing Blue
Words are scattered around.
Some fly in the sky some lay on the ground.
I to collect a few.
Some red, some yellow the rest is blue.
For some will paint the night .
Another will describe the fight.
Leaving the blue .
To mark me missing you.
22Aug 2021
Copyright © Mohamed Omar | Year Posted 2021
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