Blue
Blue.
Blue is me when I am in my own world.
Blue is my shirt.
It is my shoes,
my glasses,
the sea.
It is el cielo.
My brothers can be blue.
So can I.
Sky blue eyes are beautiful,
Startling, striking, piercing my very soul.
You cannot fathom brown or black eyes.
But blue…
Blue is a storm,
full of light and sound
and crackling blue energy.
It is fierce and proud and strong.
Blue is cold.
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