Blue (short Series) Read Count : 6

Category : Poems

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Ocean is still deep

And sky is so high,

My eyes are still blue

And soul is dry

It's a trap of love

And I'm stuck,

Stuck and hurt;

Injured or fragile,

Blend with this mess of time

But, thanks to those gardens of thorns

Still have hope for bravery and life 

Waiting for,

What come next!

After, watching bad days 

becomes worst

They see that rough face 

 Is still Calm and pure

That grace of beautifull smile,

Natural but wild

Since,they don't know about 

her weeping nights


  • Apr 23, 2019

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