Blue Poem by INA PLEQI

Blue caffe on this blue day agenda
Blue memories uprising,
If my sky knew the color of solanda
My tounge wouldn't be biding

Blue the coat I wear today
Blue the thoughts I might say
But when it comes to bethrolling
Nothing lays on my ray

Blue the eyes in front of me
Blue the camel you might see
But the forsake you been taking
Maybe dries you to me

Blue my feeling someday
Blue the line I want to sway
Better drown than burned somewhere
You wouldn't know my B-ies anyway