Blue Streak


blue streaks of anguish,
dry me off with the word.
drop me off at the sunrise and kiss my good-byes with burgundy tears.

tear me to pieces,
so that I may recognize the rainbows of a dismantled soul.

touch me where it burns; where the tide morphs into bark.

give me life.
give me growth.
give me a sea of choice.

open the windows and flirt with my Nature.
give me love or give me death.

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