Guess

It’s like Jazz.
Ironic, when it’s a candle’s hue.
Cliche, when describing sadness.
The ocean reflects the sky and we see it,
or is it the other way round?
The river runs it.
Eyes want to be it.
Cold lips shutter.
City and Colour.

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