Saturday, December 21, 2013

Where The Water Meets

But today the sky was paler
Seemed sun-faded and frail
Clouds moved more discreetly
Less in contrast then in days past

And the ocean was duller too
Had gone feeble, sickly as the sky
And the line where the water meets
The white sand had grown faint, indistinct

And as she wondered what had changed
She realized that she had never known
Never even really seen the color blue

Until yesterday,
When she looked into his eyes

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