bilal anaim - Sad But True

Not sad but blue
Blue, not as the open sea
Soaking in the warmth of
A bright sun shiny day
Blue not as the sky
Above hosting the clouds
Shaping into endless
Forms just to fell our eyes
With majestical sights
Blue, not as the topaz
Nor the butterfly, No
Blue, as a corpse a waiting burial
Within the cold layers of dirt
Upon which we who are a live
Live out our days
Sad but true.

bilal anaim

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