A poem about Blue.



Blue.

The color of the sky; the color that

may represent a sad you,

the oceans,

too, are blue like

maybe some who have not 
a clue, 

where the heck,

the man from blue's clues

moved onto,

and hope he is not,

blue and has more than just one,

clue.












Whenever I feel blue, I like to make a big cup of tea - put on some really comfortable house/apartment/condo/farmhouse/trailer pajamas and remind myself; feeling blue is only temporary. Go with it, feel it, then move on and don't look back. It will always work out ~ even for the Blue's Clues dude.


Good night,

C


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