~Bluegirl~
you put a rose in my book
when I was reading
just to see me smile
to see my face lighten
for a brief moment
the rose was called Bluegirl
timid and graceful
impatient and twisting
in a trembling shadow
in the pale light
blushing and soft
tea roses
to warm up
our dark corners
fingers tremble
on velvet perfume
starry blooms
leaving a
periwinkle stain
violet and pale
no longer a wonderer
you have to really accept my flowers
you have to really see me
if you act like you belong
no one will question you
the Blue Girls
are violet and blue
are sighing twinkling lights
you only want enough clarity
to trigger the vividness
by Sarah Mahina Calvello
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