Flower Vase (Winter)

Flower Vase (Winter)

Not for water does the dream come true. Unless as it falls the sky turns blue. So far to stare within its depth. I gaze into the things it left. Against the earth. The blue cascade. Of blowing drops. So sweet now made. A voice pronounced in verb and rhymes. The time now ripe. Steps into my mind. For all is blue. My heart now sees. A blue tinged sky in front of me.

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