There's nothing quite like the color blue
A great swirling ocean of pigment
The most magnificent hue
Haunting my dreams like a vivid figment
I like to imagine floating into the sky
Surrounded by serene sapphire
Unfurling my worries on high
As the bright blue sky takes me higher
I like to think of great whorls of blue fabric
Dancing and draping over every surface
Perfect and soft and free of all static
A beautiful bolt which you cannot purchase
Oh blue, azure, cobalt, cerulean
You fill my heart with your smooth melancholy
I cannot express the pure feeling
Of mountains so blue, so, high, so squally
Nothing compares to the color blue
Be it adorning a butterfly's wing
Or on the creamy petals of flowers too
Blue is truly the most magnificent thing
9/28/2020
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Poems, or Whatever
Poetrya place for me to keep track of the poems i write, mostly for school, some not - some of these are several years old, oops
