Poetry: Wanders Around

Can you say

 blue color mixed with pain & 

 why it calls 

 to the water of the distant ocean.

 .

 The mind is wet 

 with salt water.

.

 Rows of ducks in fresh water

 soothing to the eyes 

 A pain like the termite

 destroys...  

 the bliss of soft chest. 

 .

 I run...   

 here where

 there alone.

 .

 This is the whole life... 

 give and sacrifice more 

 You get nothing.

 The blue color pain

 is swirling

 in the salt water 

 Why does the mind cry 

 and walks alone 

 with the sunrise