she stared at the blank canvas
unknown what to do
what she got on her hands
was a brush soaked in blue
blue, the epitome of tranquility and calmness
but for her it’s all about solitude and sadness
she keeps on staring until she sigh
and with a single stroke
she started painting a blue brook
a blue cloudless sky
a jar filled with blue dye
a blue forget-me-not
and a blue knitted hat
all were beautiful yet so sad
what she painted was her dreams
coated in sorrowful hue
like how her heart do so
she keeps on painting
a blue shining marble
a blue painted ball
and a large blueberry field
that’s all she did
everything blue that she knew
in the world, she all drew
her brush keeps moving
until her white walls filled with her paintings
of her dreams in the shade of blue
- Author: missSHUN (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 5th, 2018 02:06
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 9
Comments1
the dreams may be blue.
but reality is green.
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