Blue poetry

“Blue” It can be a colour of darkness, like the silenced midnight sky. It can be the brightness of a spring day with not even one cloud in the sky. It can be the scent of lavender, so pure. Or the freshness of the elegant iris. It can be the taste of blueberries, so dominant but yet unseen.

It can be the winter, with the coldness going through your body. Or the spring with calm breezes of the soft wind that you feel on your skin.

“Blue can be anything, its the way you think of it.”

It can be so bright, but yet sad. You can make it so bright that you feel the happiness through it. Or you can make it so dark that you feel like there is no way out no more.

“All you need is one bright spot who tries to distract and take you from the dark. So that the dark sees at least one spot of bright light. One sparkle of hope.

You can be that bright light for someone. That one feeling that someone cares about you and sees you. That you’re not alone. That one feeling of hope.