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