blue

her eyes were drenched
in blue and wet,
beneath a sky
of blue and gray;

her mood, a mix
of red and blue
and other colors,
far away —

into the blue
of her regret,
she dove, to find
that pearl, past worth,

of opalescent
blue she lost,
so long ago

in

 
childbirth

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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