Vertigo

Cool Blue had come but went a sky.
Later blue sea would be one with it
As we came down the Buddha hill.

We are the blue veined of Sat’days,
Our moods on Sundays quite blue
About Mondays ,their white blood.

Everything is blue under Bodhi tree,
When we raise our eyes to its leaves
Only to find our blue vertigo there.

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