Periwinkle meets Indigo and they have children .. .

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There is a gap in the cloud today
    where the ink has run and stained the sky
the most perfect blue where rain falls through
    draws my eye from landmarks of confusion

In the calmest brumal evening
  when starlights blaze the cold night-sky
bullet holes expose their marvellous light
  there that colour blue appears again

If it is another moon deception
  born out by bounce of luna-light
then returning birds who fly by night
  their scenic journey they have earned

It is skies who create most seasons
  by whatsoever treason lived alone
they sprinkle thoughts upon us
  among us, we teeming ants

Something then by morning shows
  upon the nature trail, a garden snail
a bee pollinating by her periwinkle
  a fair gash of them in haunting blue

Alienesque, symbiotic, call it just sad
  are we always to be the voyeurs
who could not ever explain emotion
  nor meaning of that peculiar colour

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