The color blue.
A symbol of imagination.
A symbol of hope.
To cope the feelings of sorrow.
Swallow the hollow eco in the misty mellow.
This is my last cry.
I have tapped my tears dry.
Blue is for the ocean, as the commotion of the waves motion
But with a dash of darkness.
The blue sea drifting, as I am sad, tears blue.
What is wrong with feeling blue?
As I am the blueprint of my sorrow.
Tomorrow I can dance in the rain under the blue skies,
As the water sweeps over my feet surrounds where I stand.
The water talks to me, calling me to the soft sand.
The blue is now a part of my memory to cherish.