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The Color Blue

I sit here looking at the snow
And see your sparkling eyes.
Blue is the color of streams,
Of rivers,
Of lakes,
Of oceans.
It is the color of a jay’s feathers.
The color of the water in my pool.
When I jump in it, blue chills course through my body.
When I emerged from the pool,
It was sparkling blue eyes of a handsome man that caught my eye,
Blue is one of the many colors of the bruises he left me,
Sorrow and relief filled me when he left.
The sorrow made me feel blue.
When I saw your sparkling blue eyes,
I thought back to that man and fear instantly filled me.
But here we are, happy together.
No fights.
No bruises.
Not feeling blue,
But feeling kind of cool.





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