Blue Saturday Night

It is a retold story about one saturday

when the wind is flowing from the leaf

and the gale comes to whisper a play

with a tear moving down the cliff

 

Why .. it was blue in saturday

as if she’s the only one to breathe

a cold air that freeze the pray

of an atheist bareteeth

 

It is now a re-told story about night

which can’t be convinced as crying day

anyway, she makes the darkness fight

for a place, for dignity with the sunray

 

why it was night in saturday

why it was blue in saturday

as if she’s the only one who knew

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