The afternoon sky was turning yellow
Into the dark,
and past the warm.
Sometimes it’s pink,
As sweet as the cotton candy,
Sometimes it mixed with gray,
Because it was wanting to cry.
Sometimes I can describe us up there
Smiles, laughter, and happiness,
Even my tears, touched as well as broken-hearted
This land is still the same,
If we stand and look up,
Right above your head,
It's still the same sky,
The same longing,
And I hope also the same feeling
Distance may separate the body,
but the sky can bring the soul closer
Stare at the sky at dusk
make me relax,
Realize that you
still down there,
smiling
somewhere,
under the same sky.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 10:32 PM UTC
The afternoon sky was turning yellow
Into the dark,
and past the warm.
Sometimes it’s pink,
As sweet as the cotton candy,
Sometimes it mixed with gray,
Because it was wanting to cry.
Sometimes I can describe us up there
Smiles, laughter, and happiness,
Even my tears, touched as well as broken-hearted
This land is still the same,
If we stand and look up,
Right above your head,
It's still the same sky,
The same longing,
And I hope also the same feeling
Distance may separate the body,
but the sky can bring the soul closer
Stare at the sky at dusk
make me relax,
Realize that you
still down there,
smiling
somewhere,
under the same sky.
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