Blue

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inside a box

wrapped in a bow

under wrinkled paper

(contained)

blue roses

at my door

 

I am a wildflower

I am a meadow

I am a wide open space

 

you can’t sit me on a shelf

you can’t put me in a vase

 

(i’m withering here)

 

blue roses don’t exist

blue roses can’t grow

 

I am a wildflower

I am a meadow

I am a wide open space

 

(you don’t know)

 

grow

wild

blue

11 thoughts on “Blue

  1. A beautiful read Sarah, so in tuned. Thank you for your presence. Look forward to your writings!

    William

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