Blue Turquoise
What color is the sky you see?
If you look it up,
There’s a kaleidoscope of tears and stars.
Like a flower in my chest,
the wind carries a smell of May.
A soft light, a wished-for smile,
Memories hidden inside the scenery.
I’m a small piece of turquoise,
buried within fading memories —
yet one thing still shines.
I let my body rest in time.
Yes, believing the stars from somewhere else.
Where shall I send my voice?
The sky holds me so tight
feels as if it’s the last time.
Oh, the North Star calling me.
Are you still reading the moon?
I said goodbye to the sun goes down.
There is a pillow of the space,
And the fruit of tomorrow shows the fate.
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I am a small turquoise stone.
I was born from your voice.
If I lift the hem of the universe
and weave a carpet of light,
then … blue,
yet true —
unseen dreams come into hue.
What does “blue” mean to you?
Is it the sky, the sea,
or a memory you carry quietly inside?
I’m currently writing a romance novel as well —
a story that lingers in the delicate space between words and feelings.
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Thank you for honoring them as they are.
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