Blue
A teardrop on the solemn waters,
That turns the royal skies blue.
Dear boy, who sits on the peaceful sands,
Turning the globe in his soft, small hands.
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Awesome!
Sidra, you’re a very talented writer. And I feel honoured to know you in person. Great job!
wah dee blah! Great poem!
wao!!