Blue, Blue And Blue. - Poem by karun aker
Blue is like the 10 years old blue paint on the
Wall of a bedroom.
Blue is hot like the flame of the sunset lifted from
The mountain top.
Blue is cold like an ice cube
Melting in your mouth.
Blue sounds like the ocean waves
In a sea-shell.
Blue tastes like cold refreshing water after playing outside
On a steamy hot day.
Blue smells like my mother's perfume
On a windy day.
Blue looks like the gentle rain on September 21st…
Blue feels like a cool breeze
On a humid day.
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