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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Blue My Variety
Blue is my variety Blue can be your's on the off chance that you need In reality, before we get into it, we should talk a smidgen about the historical backdrop of blue. Up until decently as of late, what we see as blue didn't really exist. What we "see" as blue, early texts portray in an unexpected way: the sea being a "dim wine" variety and the sky "dreary." Around a long time back, most of societies all over the planet didn't have a word for "blue." So it asks the inquiries: in the event that there wasn't a word for it, did it truly exist? Could they simply not see it? Or on the other hand is it all discernment? Around then, most dialects had words for different varieties remembering (arranged by generally usually utilized) dark, white, red, yellow and green, however unfortunately, no blue.
By Ijeh Michael 3 years ago in Poets
Radio USA
Radio USA. Gorgeous cliffs and peaceful bovine of no hope news California. All despair and sunshine, talk and talk with no answers except hope harder goes spitting and hissing into Nevada swingin' pop and silence, a torrential downfall of rain through the night.
By Cam Salvatore3 years ago in Poets
