Don't know why, I am blue,
As usual I have no clue.

Those who know me, are really few,
Just like flowers dipped in dew.

Everyone will stand in queue,
Awaiting for the falls of hue.

Someone has to pay the due,
If and only, soon I knew.

Cuts and burns, the time will sew,
Dawn arrives, bright and new.


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