#WritcoPoemPrompt117

Blue-eyed soul,
As brilliant as stars,
Sea tide surges, Silvery pass,
Comes with the twilight's roaming fairs...
Goes with moonlights sobbing tears,
That soul so white,
Now tinted with lime,
Deals are the way, No more fair play All Right,
What can we do,
The world will make due,
If capitalisation ain't your game,
Then numbers the only way,
If Trust is your play,
Then contracts leave you fray,
Blue-eyed soul,
As brilliant as stars,
dark light shores as,
remnant as scars...

© Jaya Sharma