Blue
Blue is the color of the pilot’s sky.
Blue is the glisten in the dreamer’s eye.
Blue are some jewels, like, that of sapphire.
And blue, the flame; of the hottest fire.
Blue is the shield around the robin’s eggs.
But blue is too, the heart of he who begs.
Blue is that which grows around melted ice.
Blue are the tears which fall when life is trice.
Blue are the lips behind a stolen breath.
Blue; the visage of he who deals in death.
Blue, the wonted pigment; the hue of man.
Blue is the spectrum for being human.
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