Tiny Blue Poem by Ron Pate

Tiny Blue



  Oceans flow the purest blue, her tiny eyes crystal blue, so bright and blue as she wakes along side the morning dew.  
   No lies, only the truth is revealed with her tiny pools of blue.  
   With a single glance a heart imperiled, melts as she flashes her tiny blues.  
   Oceans flow the purest of blue and cannot compare to her way she stares and holds you with her tiny blues.  

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Ron Pate

Ron Pate

Oneonta, Alabama
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