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This book contains all my written entries for {item:1970121} |
Blue is the colour; It darkens my door. Like a wave it comes, Heaving, It drenches me. The blue seeps from my pores. It turns to icicles In the frosty air. It is tears In the dead of night, Saturates my dreams. That blue dog, He is at my door. His eyes are empty, Vacant, He turns on me. Inside, The lights are only blue, It is all I own. I will ride my blue horses To the lake And watch them disappear. (January 16th 2016 - "Write a story or poem about the colour blue") ![]() |