Blue Flowers. A poem

in literature •  9 months ago  (edited)
All colors leave me now, but the blue
of your eyes heading never.
It’s some hue like waters in the distance,
like boundless skies beyond my reach.

I see your boat leave from my beach,
as I gently pluck a bouquet of myosotis;
the little flowers whirl in the breeze,
and soon they too are lost of sight.

Forget-me-nots to soothe my plight.
’Tis all I had. ’Tis all had.

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