The blue sky from yesterday,
Is a bit shy today.
Two dragons, once entwined,
Now turn away –
disgusted, apart.

The filtered senses,
The shadowed images.
Are now sharpened,
When she asked –
for the sky to be awakened.

But she didn’t know,
The warmth of the sun,
can now burn.
The gentle light slips through her window,
Now pierces brighter.
So, the sky became shy,
Hiding behind the clouds that come by.