Got blues?

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Autumn descended, over the land of green
The colours still vibrant, more gorgeous than ever seen
But, the one constant shade, in this, all
Whether winter, spring, summer of even fall
Is the one, of the coolest and deepest, of blues
Still, hovering, over the stormy seas, as the one true hue
The solemn colour of decor, clothing or even the mind
When the world around you, has not been, that kind

Alas, being blue, singing the blues, is not as bad as you may think
Especially, when reflecting the calm hue, over that kitchen sink
It is a reminder, of those warm and sunny lazy summer days
Where the time by the seashores of the more, were spent in a daze
Now, reminiscing, those nostalgic times, some bad some just fine
Some of them even spent, by the waters edge, sipping, cheap wine
So, if you now, decide to spend your time, in all the blues
Then hey, there are always silver linings, to each and every colour’s hue!

Blues by the Oceanside

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“Where there is an ocean blue, there is always some blues to be heard on the waves so cool“ Gun Roswell

The ocean vast, meant to last, past the earthly grounds, but sometimes, when the only thing you think you can see are the blues going on forever, and then, something totally unexpected pops up right there in the middle of it all.

There is something to be said, about this, very tall and statuesque, also blue in colour, or so it seems, as it sticks out from the calming waves, from the oceanic steams creating an illusion of a protective shroud, looking totally esteemed.

A mountain so tall, that if you were to climb up on it, well, you might be in for a scary fall, unless you are totally prepared for the adventure ahead, but once you get right there on the top, the world below endless and will never stop.

But, if you are one of the mere mortals, who cannot reach all them fancy portals, then staying on the beach the option, of watching the views and the cool and calming blue hues, the watery waves and then, the mountain from the distance.

Blue seat in the restaurant

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“The seats are painted in the sane hue as the sky and the ocean, the colour of a deep blue“ Gun Roswell

Greece

The seaside beckoned, as the weary traveller reckoned, it was time for a break from the daily grind and so, to find a good place for a day or two to hide, was now on the agenda of things to do, and this time there was no time to lose, getting there a must, to shed the daily dust.

So, after some thinking, the perfect place was sinking in, as the pictures of a cool and calm blue place, where harmony permanently stays, came into view and then there really as nothing more of the very facts to chew, expect to pic and choose, for the time to embark.

After a few moments spent on the trails, the place, exactly the same as the picture did indicate, was in view, nothing amiss, the calming waves, the fluffy clouds against the blue skies, the warming sun in the face, definitely, this was the place.

And then to admire it all, on this sunny day filled with warmth, what better place to be at, enjoying all the vistas, than a restaurant, right by the pier, falling no fear, only to choose the perfect spot, midst the dark blue chairs on the dot, and taking the time, now off the clock.

Ghosts? Ships with Ghosts?

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“They can only be seen, when the fog gets too thick on the highest of seas, the ghost ships of blue that is” Gun Roswell

They can only be visible, when the seas are filled with the coolest of those solemn hues, the blue fog surrounding the waters and when the visibility is just a few metres. It is then when the ships appear, to their special spots all over the waters edge. In the colour of blue they are shrouded, and appearing there without any passengers allowed on board them. They are the ghost of the past and the future. Not of us, but only themselves, those many ships which had sunken without any kind of trace off of the face of the world and into the deep abyss hurled. This is not to scare anyone with their presence, only acting as a reminder of the dangers, of putting too much trust in clear blue skies and calm waters, and not taking enough precautions. For the sea is not a safe place for the unprepared, by two always remember to make safety first. But if you happen to spot those blue coloured ghostly vessels, well, better err on the side of caution and stay out of the water, at least, for that day.

Blue is this, Car

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“Choose and pick, which ever you may fancy! Or then borrow it? But don’t steal, as that is just, wrong.” Gun Roswell

Owned by “Katri” as it clearly states on the back of the tiny blue car
She has really taken care of this piece of technology so far
Driven it all across the country and then some
And freely admitting, she and her friends really had a lot of fun

Sitting at the seashore, pondering of life?

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“Life, death, life, things that nature, always come to mind, when sitting in absolute silence, by the seaside” Gun Roswell


Life is but a dream.
Or so, it could quite easily seem.
When seated at the soft and sandy beach.
The calming blue waters gently flapping against the shores.
Some would say the silence and the calm would be a bore.
But for those of us waiting to simply ponder about all the wonders around.
Well, noting could be farther from the truth so sound
As both older people and some of the youth, need that special time, feeling fine.
Simply, by sitting down and letting only the mind.
Wander.

Spring on a secret island

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“The blue water the only divider between me and my dream of living on that special kind of island” Gun Roswell


Spring on a secret island

I am living
On a secret island
I just keep smiling
Thinking about
My tiny piece of land
No one can understand
Until they have landed
On this tiny
Place of sand
My land, my island

Blue and the Seat

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“Take a seat, on the little blue chair, it’s cool and neat, you can surely feel it” Gun Roswell

Blue and the Seat

As always, during the last day of the week
The Sunday, the sunny day, is always reserved for the time to seek
But, when the midday sun, gets way too hot
You know you need to find, that one special spot
Where you are able to rest for a moment
Hoping it’s not going to be too much of a torment
When trying to gain that much needed momentum
To be able to complete, the most fun filled excursion

Blue and the lighthouse

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“The calming of the skies with the ocean is the colour of cool blue” Gun Roswell

Blue and the lighthouse

The cool and calming sea
The blues as far as you can see
But that is only during the day
Because at the time of night

It will be, completely dark
But no worries, there is a spark
Of light at the end of the tunnel
The one shining so bright it creates a funnel

A safe passage way if you will
For all those ships to the harbour bring
The lighthouse at the end of the pier
Is the only in the darkness seer

The mighty white building concrete
Standing tall and gorgeous even in the heat
But popping out, during the time of blue
Reflecting the coolest of hues

What’s at the very end?

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“There is always something more interesting on the other side, right?“ Gun Roswell

What’s at the very end?

Standing at the start of a very long and narrow, but inviting pier. If I was a seer, I would know what ahead of me lies, alas, I am not, so the only option is to either stop, or move forward, towards the great unknown. And that is what I have chosen. Making this an adventure to be gone on.

As I am slowly but surely moving forward, with my legs shaky, as each step, can be my very last, on this rickety old lane of fast. But I continue, as I am curious and I do want to know, what there is at the very end for me to show. A revelation perhaps? A reward of some sort?

What ever it is, I cannot wait to find out, even if it would be, just a simple old kind of a lighthouse!