The colors were always blue..
Prussian blue.
They dried on to the canvas in brooches of blue too..
Seemed strange
A blind artistic rapture!
It was naive that one wished for more colors.
With the world so stained in blue
And eyes
in lies
in lies
and lies..
The truth believed by some
some rarely saw it
some who never wanted to see
while the rest preferred to stay blind
The moods of blue
in blue - the mind.
Blind.
keep writing vave... am seeing wat u r writing... good to see that you are writing....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The truth believed by some some rarely saw it some who never wanted to see while the rest preferred to stay blind Different approaches to Truth.... Great lines.... A great poem! Enjoyed