The Blue was so Intense,
No cloud dare make offense,
A small one tried to form,
But then was never born.
The Blue was so intense,
It made all Dreams make sense,
You felt that Life was good,
And Love well understood.
There are some moments when,
The Purity of Blue,
Not only fills the sky,
But stays within you too.
Colors are many times the heartbeat of a poem and you have done justice to the color blue.
Purity of blue not only fills the sky but also fills the mind. Beautiful poem ever composed and shared. Nice job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem- a painter's eye!