Blue leapt through skies and
wiggled in brooks and
swirled in sorbets and
twinkled in sapphires and
blinked the eyes of peacocks' feathers and
somehow still we called it sad.
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Heartpen: Poems of a Cardiac Quill
PoetryAdventure calls to seekers from different eras, different towns, even different worlds. Paths cross. Journeys intertwine. This poetry book highlights mysteries that drive us. It explores loss, endurance, and the struggle to find truth. Featuring gr...
Happy Blue
Blue leapt through skies and
wiggled in brooks and
swirled in sorbets and
twinkled in sapphires and
blinked the eyes of peacocks' feathers and
somehow still we called it sad.
