Shades of blue

A gift is made

In shades of blue 

Clear beads that hold her pain

Each one bleeds out clean and new

 

Each drop it falls

In shades of blue 

Stinging,  freezing, dropping freely

Salty morning dew

 

She cries at night 

In shades of blue 

A string of beads 

Upon her cheek

This is her gift to you 

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a.griffiths57's picture

Shades of blue:

The beads have been purified of all sin by her prayers and each cleansed bead is a droplet of true love; crying silently, in the hope her gift will be cherished. What a lovely poem, what a lucky man to even know such love and endearment  Your poem is quaint, wordly like timeless. Great write brooklynspice


 

 

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Thank you! I'm so happy you

Thank you! I'm so happy you liked it!

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From what I have seen I love

From what I have seen

I love what you're 

Puttin out

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Thank you! 

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