by Harry

Submitted by Joanna M. Weston

I spill
royal blue words
while soprano cerulean rises

falls below navy blue
arcs up then beyond
through aquamarine
turquoise cobalt

shades of passion
blending as swiftly
as the flow of tides
that wash depression
into a cyan heaven
where laughter thrills
in the clash of sapphires

JOANNA M. WESTON. Published author.


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