Blue Sky

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Day 78 220711 366@40

The shapes,
The feel,
Does it look real.
Float up,
So high,
Towards the blue sky.

The look,
The design,
Makes you feel fine.
Clouds go,
Right by,
Into the blue sky.

The colours,
The taint,
Like flecks of paint.
No thoughts,
To why,
Amid the blue sky.

The speed,
The pure,
Such beauty were sure.
Your sprit,
Does fly,
Beyond the blue sky.


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