Thursday, January 30, 2025

BLUENESS

Close to the water,

Yet far from my wish for now.

I search beneath the hollow of a tree,

Bit by bit.


I'm doing the hardest job in the world

My eyes, like a flowing tide,

Defy the river’s course.

A sorrowful crimson sky falls upon me.


Turns out, the hardest thing in the world

It is to stand tall, seeking blueness.

As the journey of clouds fills my eyes, While the breeze reminds me of my sorrow, As birds sing, The peace I try to contain, Have you come t...