Blue belongs on the tip of up, Like a cup Of clear bright sky, Pouring down white rims To the hungry sea, Blue belongs on the cuff of now As wings cut thoughts So far apart They sigh in alchemy, Blue tidings flow Ebbing deep to deep, Heart to Heart, eye to eye. A MOTHER AND DAUGHTER< A love that will never die for they are always EYE TO EYE.
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