What is to you blue?

This world is black,

And white, and grey.

Irony to the believers,

Of the blue they see today.

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Amid the softness

Of the falling snow,

The bare trees stand tall.

The nights pass quickly,

Revealing what to see below.

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Glimmering pale snow,

Trampled upon and ploughed,

This snow that has

Hidden the pavements.

And in our amazement,

We remove to uncover,

Failures of future past.

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This failure looks blue,

But to me, it is grey,

For what truly looks blue,

Are those pretentious hands,

That discovered it too soon.

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