I seem to like
the color blue.
My hands are stained with it,
and when I touch others
they too are branded.
I even got my hair
drenched in the hue and
I think it's this
that's dyed my clothes
in blotches and drops
of cerulean.
I seem to breathe blue
and I don't know how to stop.
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Raindrop Thoughts
PoésieRain is the way the earth cleans herself of the sins committed upon her flesh. ~~~ My third poetry collection. When The Blood Ran Black was my first one, Let Me Show You The Night is my second one, and this is the third installment. I know, I know...
