My blue

When the soul is bluer than the color of the sky, my desire is to get off the ground and fly my own as I brush. It is the desire to see the world colored with tones so beautiful that has lived in me and made my spirit, a childlike drawing.

That would be good if I could let go of that heavy body and make the sky my canvas watercolor. Paint the infinite with the vivid blue that were never seen (or even imagined!) But which are so strong in me coming to be real, and I spill myself to the point of being blue!

It would be so many flights and twirls, the movements of the arms, leveling, and the simple float, less than when realized, would have my whole sky blue, and we would be cast by the immensity, making everyone laugh to stay on us!

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