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Oct 2021
It moves above us still
The sky a mass of blue
Masked by hovering whites
It moves above us still
As we run, as we walk, as we kiss, as we jump
As we cry, as we lie
Sometimes darker, but ever constant – blue
It floats above oblivious though seeing
It waits for us, prays for us, laughs at us
Till it touches us, it moves above us.
Written by
underthesheets  F/Philippines
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