It was a mixture of paint
With all of the voices
Mixed with love and hate
But we both looked at love in the ocean the same way.
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The Color Blue
PoetryIt was so serene to me and that is what made mean so much more to me the last of the color was over the sky blue and painted with roses and all of the other flowers too.
The mixture of paint
It was a mixture of paint
With all of the voices
Mixed with love and hate
But we both looked at love in the ocean the same way.
