Funny, the shades
of blue I see you in.
There are warped edges,
like rippled waves.
Tidal blues
tint you, and you
are not pink.
No, never are you
a pale imitation,
of the layer of yourself
I see through
the sea.
You are demure,
a sublime shimmer
I cannot pin down.
Nothing in the light of the
trees can chase you,
no sea rip-tides
will drown you.
I see you in the blues
of my mind,
forever captured
as a Picasso.
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