The Colours Have It
A water colour cloud of blue obscures the scene below,
where pastel bodies testify to a subtle change of hue.
Through gun smoke mist the flags display no different colour shade,
as all across the battlefield the trumpets blue notes fade.
The cerulean sky attires herself with cloak of slate blue tone,
and azure tears of helplessness fall on true blue bleaching bones.
The colours have It Competition
David Wallace
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