Tag: Where a Blue Maiden Lounges

By Ennie Moe Blue She Was She was Blue; An azure River that flowed with the terms of the wind — aimless and lost in an ocean of pitch black.She was Blue, for melancholy had marred her soul with burning bruises of pale lilac.She was Blue, and she knew not any other color to feel than the one … Continue reading Blue She Was and Other Prose Poems