Poetry! That colour of dreams!
A few words and canned screams.
A blue sun, and a purple sky.
Give me a chance and I will tell you why!
I wonder why you wonder with immaginary blue wonders.
Poetry is that: a wonder made of salt we tast in our mind!
But never mind, althought a blue flame means a colder fire,
poetry is not like water: it will never extinguish your internal desire!
And I hope you poetically understood...