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They call me insane for painting you
'N' colourin' you with shades so blue
Devoid of any black or white or gray
And filled with blue hues all the way
A stroke of ragin' ocean in your eyes
Your dress is blessed by blue of skies
I colour crashing waves in your hair
Just like tides swept high by wild air
Then you seem drowning in the seas
Still your demure frame is so at ease
They keep asking me about a reason
Why do I paint blue in every season!
They show that blue in palette faints
But they don't know, you stole my...
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Nostalgia | ✔
PoetryHighest Achievement - #7 in poetry [Oct 3, 2016] ~Nostalgia~ It's delicate, but potent. The pain from an old wound. A twinge in your heart.. Far more powerful than memory alone A feeling of a place Where we... Ache To Go Again. -My thoughts. My word...
