There were Blue
In skys
The water is clear
Stand brave at the edge
Not to be afraid
To cold to jump
With water bright
To bring back blue
To time we stand
The edge is thin
The line is short
Our point is near
The fear is the captin
In to our break
YOU ARE READING
unspoken
Poetrythe destruction of words the pray to lords for the desperate need to drop the pain that spoke in the cold rain
