Blue Child

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Blue Child

The night is gazing over,
delicately yet lush

in a narrowed path by the meadow,
filthy yet spry

where a little hidden blue eyes,
cold but did survived

looked up for another twilight,
in beauty but unjust

it's little auburn eyebrows,
muddy yet defined

Furrowed slowly in bright light,
dreadful but alright

thinking of what things to conquer, ignorant yet will pry

and the events that will take them for granted, addled yet aspires

when hunger and thirst relinquish,
empty but will trance

they wait for another night lamp,
asleep yet alive

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