the morning to speak
a morning of blue
hides its hue
and talks to others
as if it was you
hiding its face from all those around
keeping to itself its thoughts and it's sounds
thinking of what it could do
if only its wasn't so shy
she could speak not only her mind,
but also her heart and her life
her mind takes a turn to a place no one knew
her heart leads the way for a new horizon to stay
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