The colors were always blue.. <br />Prussian blue. <br />They dried on to the canvas in brooches of blue too.. <br />Seemed strange <br />A blind artistic rapture! <br />It was naive that one wished for more colors. <br />With the world so stained in blue <br /> <br />And eyes <br />in lies <br />in lies <br />and lies.. <br /> <br />The truth believed by some <br />some rarely saw it <br />some who never wanted to see <br />while the rest preferred to stay blind <br /> <br />The moods of blue <br />in blue - the mind. <br /> <br />Blind.<br /><br />Rosmin Elsa Mohan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-in-prussian-blue/
