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Calling The Blue! By CpSingleton © 2015
I miss the sound of elven heels and
All the words that blue-scape steals.
The moon can shine, the horse can sing
Yet, I miss the smiles that blue can bring.
Not the blue with ninnies out: the
One where whispers dent the doubt
That life is not just as we’re told, it’s
Based on sagas passed by the bold.
Those chosen few who get it fast:
That life is now, not in the past.
That’s the longboat wheel I miss:
That blue bright sun above abyss.