“Blue is the taste of orange Fanta”
Blue is the feeling of wind. The ocean breeze biting my cheeks
Blue is the smell of palm trees going through your nose and dancing in the sky
Blue is the taste of a ripe berry filling your mouth with flavor
Blue is the sight of a blue-jay perched on a branch
Blue is the sound of rain dripping down my window
Blue is the feeling of sadness shattering your heart
Blue is the smell of salt cleaning your soul
Blue is the taste of cold ice tea sinking down your throat
Blue is the sight of snowflakes, each one unique in their own way
Blue is the sound of waves crashing against the shore
Blue is the feeling of a warm bubble bath
Blue is the smell of a cool breeze when standing on the highest point overlooking a lake with not a cloud in the sky and no haze from pollution Blue is the taste of cotton candy filling your stomach with excitement
Blue is the sight of truth. The sky can never lie to you.
Blue is the sound of bubbles floating over the land as if they were never going to pop
Blue is the feeling of sea shells tickling my feet
Blue is the smell of blue-berry muffins dipped in milk
Blue is the taste of cool snowcones turning your tongue blue
Blue is the sight of a grassy meadow with the sunshine beating on your neck and not a single cloud in the sky
Blue is the sound of a baby in a deep sleep
Blue is the feeling of warm tears running down your cheek
Blue is the smell of a fresh rain in the countryside that cleans all the dirt away from the flower petals and gathers in small pools for birds to bathe in
Blue is the taste of orange Fanta
Blue is the sight of night. Looking into the eye of the moon and howling at it like a lone wolf that has been set free
Blue is the sound of peace. I am sitting on top of a mountain, day dreaming into the mist, thankful.
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