Little Blue

Little Blue looks into the Apocalypse Mirror

She sees through she always knew a tragic error

Was waiting there hidden deep within a shell

She sees me, she sees you each looking for a way

Little Blue catches the dreams that fall from our eyes

Gathering them like a harvest

Sorting through the mild and bravest

Things we are, the things we do to live

Little Blue reflects, what we forgive




Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2026-02-19 at 00:12

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