Blue is the colour of the blue,
Though the blue sky
Of this world is blessing my heart.
Though the shiny waves and fish
Of a blue ocean singing
In your soul
Are spreading luminous feelings.
Why is blue the colour of the blue
When my happy heart enjoys
The bluebells of your merry hills?
Why is blue confiscated by the blue,
Though the sweet waters, the silent and cold snows,
The flowers and the brittle glass of hopes
Wear invisible wings
Of this tangible and generous colour
In us?