,,Poetry descends me to a haven of endless thoughts, which unites my solitude and confront my happiness. They soothe as they come, relax and comfort your soul.” Andrijan Kovačić
Read away, my dear friend.
soothing blue...
you could almost say that it makes you; almost blue
But what would the people say?
depends on if they have something to say. The truth has no voice, she relies on her silence.