The clouds stole the soul from the sky.
It bleached the blue into stormy grey.
Because of it's loss, the sky now cries, a rush of diamond tears.
They replenish the dry ground and give birth to flowers.
Flowers that cannot live with grey.
They need blue, they want blue.
And without blue, they will die.
Sapphires hold interest the way the ocean holds depth.
They shine and quiver as if they are made out of the purest cobalt waters.
Silver gems may shine but they lack a soul of passion.
Stony, and two dimensional is grey.
Complex and geometric is blue.
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