The Blue Of Blues
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Sandra Feldman
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The color Blue has wings,
It travels to the sky,
And there it stays,
Till come the days,
When skies decide to cry.
Blue tears that fill the ocean blue,
Sometimes sprayed with spume white,
Of waves that swiftly come and go,
And surf Nature's delight.
The color Blue, so many tones,
The same as is for life,
It seems to dream, a perfect scheme,
That disappears at night,
When all is dark and silent too,
And all that's blue takes flight.
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