Prarthana, Age 7, Cary, NC

Blue is the sky on the tippy-top of a high building
Blue tastes like sour blueberries, squirming in my mouth
Blue smells like expired paint in the house
Blue sounds like the ocean, rippling on my body and making my body tingle
It looks like icky, soft paint oozing down my sparkling dress
It makes me sigh because of the beautiful scent.

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