Blue Heaven

May 30, 2017
By Anonymous

                     I listen to the yearlong, 

                sound of the sweet Windsong.

                  While I feel the OceanMist, 

                 and watch the waves untwist.

                   I look at the MidNight Sky,

           but look back down as the waves go by. 

The author's comments:

This is a paint chip poem, meaning some of the words are names of paint. I decided to look at blue colors, and this is what I found. The paint colors are; Windsong, OceanMist, and Midnight Sky, and I caitalized  them so they would stand out as names.

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