Warm blue

Midsummer’s meander

Curved on calls of grandeur

Doth thy no nothing of fate

Something small, something faint

Like a ghost’s cough in the breeze

Uneasy, uneven – freeze

It’s true I miss us I miss you

my heart waits: one, one, one, two

Wrapped in blankets and your hug

Sipping hot tea from a silly mug

my lazy heart yearns for blue

I wonder if it misses a green colour too.

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