The story about the color blue.

This is a story about the color blue, there’s nothing true about it. 
How do you know, when you think blue — when you say blue — that you are talking about the same blue as anyone else?

You cannot get a grip on blue.

Blue is the sky, the sea, a god’s eye, my dress and my eyeliner, also my nail polish colour.
It’s a butterfly, a bird, the saddest song, the brightest day.
Blue is my pillows, my undies - can you help me find it? And blue is sometimes my mind.


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