  Ode to Blue It sits in a bottle upon a shelf Turning the light at a strange angle Inducing a sparkle in its sapphire depths It trickles so gently into a glass Filling the clear crystal with an alluring aroma Curling so slowly around the mountains of ice Lifting them up to the heavens Soon naught but a mere remnant of azure remains And a tongue lashes out to capture and savour the last droplets      
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