Blue and Green


The color of a cloudless days in summer time.

Ikea bags that mothers carry around in the store.

A folder with my name written on it

And the color of Asa Butterfield's eyes.

My little cozens eyes as he looks up at me with tears in his own eyes.

The color of the deep calm sea.

The only color that I have not seen on any stop sign.



The color of the tree tops that sway in the wind.

My sister getting car sick as we head to New Mexico.

The color of the new grass that signals spring is here.

Four leaf clover that stands out against the pink flowers.

Ivy that is hiding and grasping the old churches side.

The color of my family's first van.

Protagonize's own lightning bolt

The End

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