A Blues Fate
Blue
Is but a name.
It lays in sheets
Across horizons as
A scar,
A stretch,
For ships,
For sails.
It’s heard and felt
In a gull’s cry.
Blue is this loud morning
Carried toward its fate.
Written for Poetic Asides: “Music Genre“
A Blues Fate
Blue
Is but a name.
It lays in sheets
Across horizons as
A scar,
A stretch,
For ships,
For sails.
It’s heard and felt
In a gull’s cry.
Blue is this loud morning
Carried toward its fate.
Written for Poetic Asides: “Music Genre“
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