Photo supplied by Hendriette du Plessis
The quiet noise....
you look at me with worry...as i struggle to breathe....
my sobbing so intense
beside your razor sharp fence
you speak soothing words...as i struggle to hear...
my throat completely strangled
beside my soaking wet hair
you fold me in your warm embrace...as i shiver in fear...
my soul ready to depart
to where you left my ailing heart
my blue, so blue beside a life so untrue
my blue, so blue i dont want to be with you
mother nature carries me in her fold
mother nature knows she's got to be bold
she knows all about my blue
she blesses me in abundance, with her blue day glue
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