Blue skies unbound to the sounds of white wings flapping
Blue waters smelling of salts so sweet
Blue thoughts contemporary in thinking that joyous happenings are everyday occurrences
A blue car as my favorite colored piece of point A to B transportation in perpetuity
A blue room to where I keep my thoughts to myself in all its majesty
Blue ice where water froze to slow down time instantly, only to explode on contact.
Hydration by way of formless element. A reminder of endurance.
For what is life without blue?
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