Piker Press β€” Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Just Blue

"...I walk into the wilderness of the sky..."

Just Blue

The rain
weighs down on me,
silently washing away
freckles of hope
I don’t cling on
to memories anymore.
When the stench
of you rob
my fragrant silence,
I walk into the
wilderness of the sky
cloudless
just blue
the tender blue of
a lone robin.







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