The torrential downpour
The muddy arroyo
The deluge
No fence to drenching
No umbrellas to shelter
There, at the corner the sphinx stands un-bathed
- Some bruises, some blues of pains
- Some blues redrawing the smile and some blues which rains
Polluted to her own cause;
Erect to her reason;
She's whetted to her tear drop
Love,
She tabooed thy embrace, repulsed to the inching by;
Unaware, yet, gave in to thou amorous hues
The moist verdant and the breezy blues
** Dedicated to the Blue-dom of Love
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