Blues

June 17, 2010
By Saudade_indigo PLATINUM, Winnipeg, Other
Saudade_indigo PLATINUM, Winnipeg, Other
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The closest thing
to the indigo I long for,
that still clings
to it's place in the
spectrum
The one my eyes
drifted towards
to carve these
words
The pigment
my eyes were
once,
before the deepness
of my thoughts
clouded the
coloured glimmer
The ocean,
lithe and calm
on the surface,
hiding murky,
dreaded secrets
Blue
the color of
a piece of me
you see, but
usually ignore
In time
it will change
but time is like blue
and both
are unpredictable,
Endless.



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