Sadness is Blue
It Smells like car fumes filling the fresh air.
It tastes like Salt and water.
It sounds like sirens filling the night.
It feels like falling on the gravel when you're young.
It looks like rain pouring down.
Sadness is being lost and not able to find your way home.
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| the "perfect image" | 2 | 03/06/2010 |
| Lost | 0 | 03/06/2010 |
| Love is Red | 0 | 03/06/2010 |
| Sadness is Blue | 0 | 03/06/2010 |
| Mask | 1 | 03/06/2010 |
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