Ode to Blue
Often when sorrowful times are due
And one is asked for the saddest hue
Into your mind, those words imbue
Some shade or tone of the colour blue
But blue is as sweet as ripe blueberries
And spry as the blue summer sky
As...
And one is asked for the saddest hue
Into your mind, those words imbue
Some shade or tone of the colour blue
But blue is as sweet as ripe blueberries
And spry as the blue summer sky
As...