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  • Writer's pictureAnya Mynorka Ileto

Blue was my favorite color.

In hues of blue, a tale unfolds,

Once a favorite, a story it holds.

Heartbreak's shadow, a somber stain,

Turned my azure joy to silent pain.


The sky above, once pure and bright,

Now echoes echoes of our fading light.

A love that danced in shades of blue,

Now lost, as gray clouds imbue.


Yet, in the cerulean memory, I find,

Strength to heal, and leave behind.

Blue may linger, a bittersweet hue,

But I paint my tomorrow in colors anew.


— penned by Anya, Jan. 10, 2024 | 10:56PM

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