I have loved the skies
More than anything
They speak in so many languages
When its blue,
It cries tears as if sad.
When its dark,
It shouts thunders as if angry.
When its white,
It shines so bright as if smiling.
But nonetheless, it is beautiful.
And as I loved the skies,
Much like you,
I can’t ever reach, even if I dreamed of it
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 1:46 PM UTC
I have loved the skies
More than anything
They speak in so many languages
When its blue,
It cries tears as if sad.
When its dark,
It shouts thunders as if angry.
When its white,
It shines so bright as if smiling.
But nonetheless, it is beautiful.
And as I loved the skies,
Much like you,
I can’t ever reach, even if I dreamed of it
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