First It Was Blue

M.E.M.

First, it was blue

 

The water crisp and still,

 

To where you could see your reflection

 

Rippling at times breaking the peace

 

Running through my hands cold as ice

 

At times hot as a tormenting fire.

 

  • Author: M.E.M. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 7th, 2017 11:52
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 28
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  • FredPeyer

    M.E.M, you have a very special gift to convey a lot with only a few lines.



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