The color Blue has wings,
It travels to the sky,
And there it stays,
Till come the days,
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This used to be our time,
The best time,
Spring Time,
When, we were happiest together,
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Do we ever know
Who we really are?
Are we too close or much too far,
Do we over analyze,
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We have no answers,
Although all religions say:
'They hold the Truth',
Maybe in their own booth?
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What would we be without each other?
The World is cold, affection farther,
How would we share, without each other?
Poets, Artists
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You're right,
Poetry can be very depressing,
For Poets leave no stone of life untouched,
And Yes, sometimes Life is sad and hurts so much!
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Poet Dreamer of the Sea,
Travel, travel, endlessly,
Visit lofty stars, the moon,
Sing compassions deep felt tune,
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Is there a pathway to the stars?
Where one can tranquil be?
And dream that Love will always seed,
Of Life, the very tree,
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