You'll know what I am, what I do,
Things I've lost, things that I pursue,
The words I say, the much, the few,
All that I've known and never knew,
The white, the black, the gold, the blue.
The mirth of sunshine, dirge through dew,
Floods that tore, and the webs that sew,
All that's old, but suddenly new,
All that's shared 'tween me and you.
The light, the dark, the gold, the blue.
Let soar above the winds that blew,
And find sound peace, as calm as true,
'Yond whence the storms and tides 'askew,
Just you and me, till time is due.
The heights, the depth, the gold, the blue.
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Vittorio_Topaz
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YOU ARE READING
THE BLUE
Poetry...just words, with more meaning than length can tell, just like the heart. We call them poems, but I tag it, 'the blue'...
