blue can be good,, cool refreshing soothing to the eyes.
Blue can mean sad, depressed, full of pain and hurt
its not the colors fault, its what you make of it,
in every blue sky there is the possibility of a white cloud or Jet trail
in the gray clouds, some silvery light may slip through
but you have to be watching, and so; chin up
face the day and push back the night
with the light that comes from within
a mere reflection of the light that comes from above.
Light, blue. This poem is for you.
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