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A poem about the color blue without mentioning the color
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Beautiful Hue

I see it.

It’s in the tears in my eyes,

The same shade as the one in the sky.

In the ocean, deep, cold, inviting.

It’s how I feel from dawn till dusk,

It’s the reason that I’m writing.

It’s in the rug beneath my feet,

The one I feel between my toes.

It’s in the ripples of the pond,

Each time I hear the wind blow.

I see it everywhere,

My home the earth the air.

It’s so beautiful a sight,

And one I cannot bear.