By Adila Shahira
blue,
color of the sleepy morning,
biting the cold wind.
it’s blue,
with the swirl of white,
painting dots like the scattered stars
blinking, focusing on the view,
you.
blue,
color of the vast ocean,
shimmering and glistening
beneath the scorching sun and the quiet moon.
it’s blue,
with the sprinkles of white glitters,
like diamonds,
white lashes fluttering against his skin,
you.
with the eyes of reality,
not certainty.
with the orbs
where all the spectrum resides in it.
soft lashes, white as the snow.
embracing the gift,
or curse,
eyes of infinite space,
you.
blue.
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