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Blue is known as a sad color,
but when I see the ocean,
all my sorrow is washed away
by the azure,
cerulean,
cobalt tide.
As the waves spray their salty mist,
and break into the shore,
the swash moving upshore
and down it,
my sorrow is no more.
About the Creator
Anon
Practicing my writing - mainly poetry




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