In Her Blue

A copper coloured dog bit her

So she dresses blue.

Deep inside her blue

She hates the mountain.

The music of silence let clouds

Pass through the moon, cold

She fells but I haven't got a blanket.

In her blue, she speaks:

"Mother says, nothing can hurt a princess.

Do you think she's a liar?"

I never met a princess

So in reply- I praise Bay of Bengal.