Poetry "Blue"

blue

? A clear spring,

? Look down,

? Looking up,

? That lingering blue.

? Melted the boundaries between each other.

?

? Nevertheless,

? They will also be separated,

? When I can't see each other,

? Boil sorrow into sweet wine,

? Enjoy it when we meet again.

? Maybe, maybe,

? Over time,

? On a sunny afternoon,

? They finally snuggled up together,

? The sky is blue, so is the water.