Rain goes back under the cloud.
A sky is blue again like Monday
And blue body of our child god.
We recall an old sky’s deep blue
When we went outside to sleep
To fight blues under a joint blue.
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Poetry in daily life
Rain goes back under the cloud.
A sky is blue again like Monday
And blue body of our child god.
We recall an old sky’s deep blue
When we went outside to sleep
To fight blues under a joint blue.
