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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required United Colours: BLUE CONTEST Sponsor: Silent One Her primary color was blue. It could not be made from a combination of any other color. It was hers and hers alone. She had a pure aura surrounding her, soft shades of carolina and cornflower but it changed into midnight blue over night. Why when we display such sorrow, does the color blue represent sadness? Her memory was a dripping color of melting oxford. Her blues haunted me for years. I have seen the darkness that manifests itself into shades of navy and azure. How did I wake up one morning feeling free of the chains I held for years?My perceptions had changed and my memories turned into an uplifted recollection of my constant salvation. Now, the different hues of her blues represent loyalty and strength, full of wisdom and free from resentment. My honesty held deep within my core shall shine through shades of cobalt and indigo. Her blues saved me in an unusual way. Sapphires of bitterness turned into shades of lapis and teal. These colors stand for my holy redemption. I needed redemption from depending on her confusing emotions. I was scared of the wicked tides resisting my healing of losing her. I have collected pebbles of grief, residue from her rebellion. But now her memory is the stable color of aegean. Her blues gave birth to my newfound confidence. I hold onto the sight of her wings with stairs leading up towards the baby blue clouds of heaven. My nightmares crossed over into the light bringing my acceptance into concrete existence. Her memories will always exist in my delicate heart. Her blues saved me...now my blues are gone...thank you sweet sister... ~Date Written: February 28, 2016~
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