CHAPTER V
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Blue January
The down since last sad story
Dear blue haven,
How long must we be temporary?
From dim January
You nigh in my February
Like a blue bird passing by,
You hult and wondered for me
Grey to white cotton up-high;
Your quiet chirps asking me to try
To pick the strings for us to tie
My beloved, it's a risk to fly
O, what comes next?
You've put my heart in such a hex
Dear blue flyer,
You shan't put me in a gyre
Splendid February,
Keep me from falling further
Dearest blue fighter,
Keep me in your brave feathers
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A Poet's Diary
PoetryShe doesn't simply cry when she's upset or disappointed, nor does she just smile all day when she finally get to grab that tiny bit of hope. It would be hard for her to talk about love just as simply as bringing up a favorite song, nor would it be e...
