Baby blue paper sitting in a blue book
Being blue without a clue
Silently existing on a page
Before the pages turn white
Pages exist like white clouds
Breathing inside a book
Being peacefully white
Not holding fluffy shapes
In the freedom of the sky
That holds the clouds
In the winter storms
In the spring sunshine
In the dazzling summer heat
While this blue remains in a book
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Author:
Rainbow (
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Comments4
Lovely poem 🙂🤗xx
Thanks 🙂xx
Funny that being mentioned - prior stage of pages being white…. still cannot write on brand new sheets… but a word processing template or comment box doesn’t usually phase me… it must be some psychological thing. Thanks for sharing 🙏🏻
A beautiful piece of writing, enjoyed the read
Love it
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