Pink.
No.
Pinkish-blue.
No.
Pink with splurts of blue.
Blotts actually.
Raining blue
which
quickly
becomes
a puddle of blue.
What kind of blue?
Ordinary blue
not sky blue
not navy blue
just blue.
And where's this blue going?
Perhaps back to the pink
or...
nowhere really.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And where's this blue going? Perhaps back to the pink or... nowhere really....this is very creative and speaks very much about your creative mind.. the final lines are very fine. thank you. tony