A miniature mozaic graces my digits two,
Atop a grape that Barry M calls blue,
It's hue showing here a tad subdued,
In front of my eyes it's got a darker mood,
A shade of cobalt so deep it reigns supreme,
A shade so perfect as if lifted from a dream,
Served with a glitter from Essie of many hues,
On a silver platter dotted with golds and blues.