Blue is the color of sadness
It is the rolling ocean, waves dying on the beach
It is the rain, falling as the sky cries
It is the river, rushing and weeping with sadness
But blue is also freedom
It is the color of the wide-open sky; beckoning to those with the courage
It is the color of a lake;
Triumphant with peace
Even through pain
It is the color of a splash in the sunlight, gleaming and glinting as it fell
Still with pride
Blue is many things;
It is freedom
And sadness
It is pain
And triumph
Blue is many things;
But more than any other,
Blue is life
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Pure ~ A Collection of Poetry
PoetryA simple collection of poems I've put together, meant to get you thinking. I wrote some and gathered some, but if you don't like poetry, don't read. ;) RANKED #356 IN POETRY ON 7/27/2016!
