White To Blue Poem by Marcel Tourdot

Crazy, crazed now without you.
The one the million and the few.
Do not add up they can’t see through.
The changes of the white to blue.

The madness heavy on my mind.
A word a picture a girl so kind.
A beauty great so hard to find.
A name I fear I can’t define.

The moon the twilight and the sun.
wreckless abandon by the ton,
Little lovely kind and fun.
Now if I still remembered you.
It’s to your face that I now run.