Blue February Promised
January's promise
was disguised
in a February blue
while the sun was
shinning thru
In the cold
while the flowers
were blooming
bright blue
Clear skies and
coming snow
Y'a know, I only
wish the best,
you know
From the yellow butter
and almost white
jonquil's bloom
To the other
and empty
gloom
I turn only out of effort
turn into the cold and blue
turn slowly to you
slowly raising my hand to you
would you too
poem by Midnights Voice
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