The aura of being blue in silhouette
of faded memories and old glory
in haunting indigo like twilight
over the horizon in silence
drifting between sea and ocean
lost in the wind like a prayer
remembering the ghost
soft and low
of love that once bled
but the moon knows
the aura of being blue in silhouette
of faded memories and old glory








beautiful dearest Adagio ❤️❤️
Thank you Brenda.