In the blues and greens

In the blues and the greens
like the muddy serene
I can’t find words
for the things that have filled my head
Not sure what may be the answer
for living this dreadful dream
Gazing at the sunsets
trying to smile for the next gleam

The absence is inside me
like a bee that stings
reminding me how is it going to cling

Still
I look out for sunrises
and say to myself
‘Life is fine, life is fine’

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