To the Blues

The moon hangs low
The mists descend
Great flapping birds
Floating on crags
A thousand sea gulls
Crying is heart break
Under ink blue skies


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2 comments on “To the Blues
  1. Pratham says:

    The frightful night
    Scared the shit out of the moon
    It scurried and scuttled, and hid
    The blue blood of of my lowly self
    Smeared the Twilight, that hung low
    As if to wake up the ocean
    Whisper by whisper, it poured sorrows
    Of loneliness and longing of yore

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