Boy blue, pencil sketch on paper and poetry, Leipzig, Germany

Boy blue, pencil sketch on paper and poetry, Leipzig, Germany

Boy Blue

The rain drops on the misty lake,

the bubbles they dance with no care,

they laugh they burst they disappear,

and all he tends to do is think of her.

And the bubbles they tear a hole,

breaking years of negative bitterness,

and the clouds sweep them tears away,

leaving willow trees wallow in despair.

with nothing left to say.

 

 

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