Here I am,
Being blunt
When I say
I'm still looking for you.Is it what you call ignorance,
when you look at me, while I continue the search,
But all I could find...
is the sharpness of a blue hue,
not even on its striking glory of a colour,
invading the depth of longingness of such soul.
Dim. Vague.Blue, yet
still summer.
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Wonder In Chaos
PoetryJust a collection of poems I be writing whenever I feel like doing so.