The Blue Place
The blue place is an Island
That’s not on the map
Most people just appear
Then seems to blend in with
The natives that lives here,
Most of them have light
Blue piercing eyes
That seem to stare through your soul
And shades of blue hair in
Different tones, light, medium and dark
just like the color of clothes they wear
There are no cars
Just car size blue bubbles
That’s their way of getting around
Copyright © Daisy Ward | Year Posted 2021
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