Ballads of Blue

If December was a balladeer, He'd sing about two outlanders who while walking on a trail, quiet austere crossed paths on a seraphic meander. He'd capture the rustic innocence, veiled in their timid conversation. The blue, green and aqua fluorescence, unfurling the boulevard to heaven.

If December was a balladeer, He'd fabricate cerulean reveries of their whimsical tangles, in his memoir together gathering the hidden ivories. He would perpetuate a utopia embracing the passion of these two for this is their azure euphoria, as the hottest flames burn blue.