Color Poem

It is the brisk winds blowing my hair from side to side.
It is the taste of salt water from the deep blue sea.
It is the sound of a waterfall on a bright sunny day.
It is the feeling of slime sticking to your fingers.
It is the horizon of the whole entire ocean coming upon you.
It is the sound of a bluebird chirping on a bright Sunday morning.
It is the color of navy and dark blue watching you play in it.
It is the sight of sail boats passing then the sailors waving to you.
It is the sound of a dog barking in a large open field.
It is the color of blue watching you stare at the beautiful blue sky.

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