《Silent Poetry》Smokey Blue

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And she was a flower in his little blue vase of glass.

He kissed her petals gently, oh so gently—

In the tender sunlight.

While she felt so cold,

the skies would be smokey blue.

For flowers bleed, they never celebrate.

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