Balcony BluesA Poem by RenegadeBalcony Blues
Air Conditioners Buzzn’ in my ear Parking lot views In five hues of blues
Two trees stand To blind the mind Cotton clouds stash The pure blue skies
Mesmerize my eyes And smooth my mood It’s a brand new beat It’s a different new
Balcony blues And summer hues Clear blues skies To wake the fools
Trees that rustle With a different hustle When the wind blows warm And it wakes the torn© 2013 Renegade |
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Added on September 29, 2013 Last Updated on September 29, 2013 |

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