Blue
Blue is the color of swaying oceans and birds chirping
and the silent call of the night.
Blue is the taste of fresh ripe blueberries on a summer's day.
Plums and blueberry muffins smell blue.
A cold winter night makes me feel blue.
Blue is the sound of a fresh breeze blowing through your ears and the quiet chirp of the blue birds .
Blue is sweet and sugary
and maybe even a little tart.
The marvelous earth is blue.
The magnificent sky is also blue.
Blue is the icy and cold.
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