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
Till their green tea turns blue,
And women hang at blue end .

We go blue veined when dead.
These flowers on us  are  yellow
To highlight an essential blue.

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