Blue rose
I looked at sky limit then I thought I did possibly not
a bless went down on me I did touch it , who knows
a warm heart fed by like a child over age forcibly a lot
I saw no earth no ground my head felt no limits no laws
it rained above my face , I wasn’t crying but losing me wet
looking sinking but always warm I didn’t mind if a flu hurts
I picked my finger up in sky it was big so I massively wrote
the sky became blue a fresh air felt in mind and through nose
I looked down on earth then suddenly I just massively sat
a beautiful site on green asking blessing me , it was a blue rose
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