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Dec 2018
Is it me, or sometimes when we look up at the sky
It looks like the clouds have been painted
and the blue is just a hue
Just something new and unknown
Something that we see every single day
Even when the clouds are white or gray

Is it just me, or when the sunsets in the sky
The sun is smiling and the gray is turned bright
Is that what sunlight does to the night?
Lifting up heads that welcome the sight
My eyes see a sight which is odd tonight

The skies are blue, a purple view
Lately, I have been looking at the sky in the morning and it feels like everything has been painted.
Keyan R
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Keyan R  23/M/Riverside, CA
(23/M/Riverside, CA)   
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