reborn sky

 

the sky is white

correction

the cloud in

the sky is white

seems to be eternal

correction

the color white

seems to be eternal



do you see

what i see

it is old

near death

the sky

is drained

spread out

searching for

a breath



the birds

the birds

sing

they sing

a song

that brings

peace

they sing

a thing

that looks

smells

&

sounds

like spring

the sky is

still spread

now even further

it spreads now

&

light shines through

it

is the birds doing

the

colors that come of this

in

the sky not a rainbow

but

instead something far more

it

is something wonderful

&

vivid to the naked eye

it

shows strength

&

invigorates all

it

is their music

the

music that colored

the

dying sky.





 

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