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possibility and melancholy, both held in equal measure.
By Chloë J.about a year ago in Poets
saltwater cobalt kisses the sandy shoreline, soon to devour all.
blue, when twined with red- for some, freedom’s hues; others- painful oppression.
sapphire pools of light, submerge my soul in your depths. love-drowning, embraced.
smooth, faded denim yields to your seeking fingers; barrier, removed.
laughing in corners, ghosts and shadows flit about, mocking memories.
flashing lights follow garish, in pursuit of me; what have I done now?
subtle differences one turquoise, one cornflower, you saw 'cause you looked.
cunning little stream, tranquil turquoise canopy, hides hungry kelpies.
dim blue glow at night, my face illuminated- slow blinking cursor.
navy blue. you wore it well, not a crease in sight. uniform and shroud.
shimmering diamonds lightest blue, crystalline drops: my tears at your grave.