Why blue?
The tint of sky.
The tinge of silence.
The blush in the glance of Sundara.
The resonance of stillness.
The color of the space between
the notes inside his flute.
The midnight aurora
at the end of a breath.
The pool in the garden
where our gazes meet.
Why blue?
Don't ask.
Dissolve.
Dissolve.
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