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Blue

What is blue in a day?
That loved the morning light,
And smiled all the way;
That has all come to end!

What is blue in a day?
When all I can only taste,
Is bleak sadness all day;
When will this come to end?

What is blue in a day?
That I may have it all,
Like worthy billionaires,
But with nothing at all.

Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson.

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