Bright Blue - Poem by Moth Harris
The coldest part of the year is over
and I'm warming up to your bright blue eyes.
There are no gray clouds in these bright blue skies.
You may just be a lost hope or a dream.
In this bright new world the sun tend to gleam,
So brightly in my clear blue skies I see
The dream that may be of you and of me.
So it seems, I am a boy lost in thought.
You caught my eye, I'm just thinking of you,
and these bright new, bright blue skies,
The same color as your beautiful eyes
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