Mystic Blue
Blue sweet face
floating deep eyes
downing sun glares
her black hair glides
Lost in green
by the bending flute river
she naughtily smiles
and beams in fever
Waiting for someone
hurts her the most
the bohemian will return
no matter, how far he goes
Slice of the throat, vengeance would bloat
painful Love? the girl would gloat
The painter baffles
how to draw?
he colors her
with brush and straw.
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