Blue Moon

Blue Moon, cocktail
with no tail
Blue midnight, written mail
no fail...
Tsinghai to Tibet
a rail
longing for a wave in a tale
no sale
too far to be true
from shanghai that people sells
too close to hug @ air
no says no aways...
u may reach a sms-mail
but I am refused a paper-mail
very well without a tell
or a swell-like smile
blue moon, a name of cocktail
blue night, a nail of a casted mail
blue sky, alone with an everlasting rail
blue soul, u just a seat ever seated well...
well...
farewell...