Old sky

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 joint blue.

We go into blue of mountains
Until their green tea turns blue,
And women hang at blue end .

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