Blue Skies
The white canopy above flutters tattered
Hues of blues peep gingerly out like
small faces
anxious for absent parents.
Darker patches brood, while the wind unseen
wields its potent brush,
wildly blending dreams with nightmares.
My eyes like renegade soldiers,
seem all lost.
The white canopy above flutters tattered
Hues of blues peep gingerly out like
small faces
anxious for absent parents.
Darker patches brood, while the wind unseen
wields its potent brush,
wildly blending dreams with nightmares.
My eyes like renegade soldiers,
seem all lost.
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