She is blue
But not hurting
She’s vibrant
Have you seen the sky?
Don’t you wonder
If she’s tired,
If she needs some room to breathe?
Phew, she is
What a giver
What a martyr
No one asks her to be
But if she’s gone
Wow
People wonder
Where is my blue sky?
She might need a break
She might be consumed
She might need to choose
Blue
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