Blue is the sky
but also the ocean
kissing the shore,
for the very last time.
Blue is the snow
in all children's drawings,
blue is our skin
when we are in pain.
Blue is the empty
and blue is the farthest,
blue is the cold in our lives
and the pain.
Blue is the loneliness
always inside us,
it is the void
that makes us insane.
Blue is the biggest,
our most favorite color
it lives around us
as we call it air.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 5:27 AM UTC
Blue is the sky
but also the ocean
kissing the shore,
for the very last time.
Blue is the snow
in all children's drawings,
blue is our skin
when we are in pain.
Blue is the empty
and blue is the farthest,
blue is the cold in our lives
and the pain.
Blue is the loneliness
always inside us,
it is the void
that makes us insane.
Blue is the biggest,
our most favorite color
it lives around us
as we call it air.
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