You wanted to get to know me better, so you asked about my favorite color. When I told you I love all colors equally, you seemed surprised. You then revealed your fondness for blue, mentioning how blue clothes look good on you.
I, too, love blue, though my reasons are different from yours. To me, blue evokes memories of my father's eyes. His calm and deep gaze mirrored the ocean's depths on a peaceful day. His eyes held a quiet strength, much like the vastness and peacefulness of the sea.
Perhaps that's why I developed a deep affinity for the sea—it's a place of safety, a sanctuary I could always retreat to when the world seemed to crumble around me.
Blue brings back vivid memories of sailing on an old boat, barely staying afloat in the unpredictable waves. Yet, when the sail caught the wind, it glided across the ocean effortlessly, swept into a graceful dance with the sea. And I can still hear my father's hearty laugh echoing in my ears, mingling with the sound of crashing waves around me.
While blue is just a color for you, it holds deep significance for me. For me, blue is not just a color. It's a flood of memories, a rush of emotions. When I see blue, I feel the waves crashing into me, reminding me to breathe.
I see my father's eyes staring back at me in the depths of blue. Blue is not just a color; it's a sanctuary, a moment of peace washing over me.
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Echoes of the Lost
PoetryIn a world that often feels overwhelming and uncertain, poetry has been my refuge, my way of making sense of the chaos around me. This collection is born from a place of introspection and longing, a testament to the raw emotions and profound questio...
