Checked again this blog of mine, back read few blogs, and saw this unreleased poem I wrote back in 2017 (I guess) I revised it a bit so here it goes.
MEADOW BOY
who is alone in the meadow
he's in blue,
surrounded with hue
I watch his pace
as he stopped,
I felt misery.
I woke up,
it consumed fear. sorrow,
he's in blue,
surrounded with hue
I watch his pace
as he stopped,
I felt misery.
I woke up,
it consumed fear. sorrow,
guilt, anger...
his eyes are blue,
searching for answers
But no guessing
Clue is impossible.
Clue is impossible.