Blue, But Not What I Think Poem by James McLain
Blue, But Not What I Think
Two color's of white be they true, such are dreams
Of my dreams, in other people heads,
Be they awake and not dead, though they are.
As truely, watching the sun walk on by.
Two color's of black as it rises, high to the sun.
It will be as hot as growing nears, yet colder still.
As tears on an upside down mask one hides, not hides
But still as still can cause it to rain.
Wating Still.. oil or Gel.. iip
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