He was Blue.
She was Green.
The ocean was,
In a word,
Far.
So they settled
For something fake
But still real.
And their heads
Barely came above the surface
For the air
They breathed.
Feet would walk by,
And faces
Would smile
In pure bliss,
And happiness.
Slowing just long enough
To wave,
And smile.
And the imaginary
Seafloor
Was white as tile
And as smooth as marble.
Green lived on
The warm side.
Where people congregated
In masses
Talking,
Happy.
Blue resided on
The cold side
Where few came
And less stayed.
And they stayed.
Until the pool closed,
Then they left.
But they always came back.
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Poetrythey called him a child and disordered for wanting to get out a series of poems meant to bridge the gap between the night sky and the blue ocean. from many people who have seen both and are hoping to change the entire world with words alone. they s...
