Oh I see the hue of mild blue
Through the tunnel of misery
In the end, it was a train
Everybody is riding it having these perfect blues
Color of every part of life
It was never always yellow and joyful smile
You can't ride the train without that hue
Life will be bland without sadness
There is no courage without tears
It was always a never happy ending
'Cause life with perfect blues will keep running
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Stray Poems
PoetryFeelings and thoughts are complicated. 'They' suddenly come across in your mind. Sometimes it keeps us awake at night. You want to hold those eyes close, but they keep clanging at your mind. It is like your brain is loud amidst at the silent night...
