It is the color you long for when you feel drained. The color you see when one day you suddenly wake up, and the person closest to you is now farther than the stars. It is when you feel the fleeting days or moments that would only happen once. It is when you realize that time is irreversible and you can never peek into the past. The color of longing for something that has already come to pass. It is the color you fear. But on the flip side, it is beautiful, the silence that resides in your elegant soul. It is the cold wind that whispers at your nape. Then you turned your back to see the color that whispered. The wind was my kiss, the wind was my warmth, and you turned blue as my whisper grazed your cheeks.
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