Blue

Morning was a poem about the blue hills and the men in dreams beyond  their blue veined existences.

In the distance there appeared a blue hill in  a smoke rising. Blue conch flowers boomed in the hills. They were a dream within a dream.

Mountain flowers are blue bells
Beloved of spring in mountains,
Like seashells blowing fine music.
In a distance , the hills are blue.

Hills are smooth and a fine blue,
From a smoke we see going up,
Our horizons blue and receding.
From hilltop the sea is blue sky.

In Rajasthan they have blue houses .They hide their blues in them.

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