When You are
Such a beauty fair...
Where
Could i go?
To which shore?
Are You not ever present
By Your blue and white?
Are You not ever knowing
By Your grace and calm?
Where
Can i
A limited tiny man
Fly?
When You have left
With a promise
you?
Your truest self...
Upon me
So kind...
So benedictory...
Caring...
Like a mother?
Another?
Blue eyed?
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