Blue · Power · Wings

Blue rocks

I step on blue rocks, which make my valleys,
and mountain tops.
They are unclothed, everything is deep blue.

A few white clouds make no shadows
upon the light pale sky,
it rains with blue powder, as we await for You.

What we love most is hidden in the Earth’s heart,
and we cannot reach it anymore,
unless we bleed to death.

For only red has the power to wash away
this blue powder choking us,
thus we will turn into violet starlings,
and change the turning of the wold.


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