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Feb 2023
I always thought the sky could be blue
In those paintings, the clouds were out of tune
They were grey like my heart
They were white at times

The blue sky never knew
When the rain would pour
Or if the sun was to come out
If the people were there
Splashes of Surreal
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Splashes of Surreal  25/M/New Delhi, India
(25/M/New Delhi, India)   
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