Red skies, blue skies.... What is the colour of your sky?
Your clouds floating overhead: the origami birds flying so high;
The paper wings make a sweet sound as they flap in and out-
The mini leaves of the mulberry shrubs brush each other;
The wind creeps into the frame each time to soothe his one-sided lover.
Your daffodils sway: the filaments of the dandelions wandering away.
So are your folded butterflies feeding on the sweetest nectar-?
And once you shut your eyes: everything apart your imaginings is a blur.
Red skies, blue skies....what is the colour of your sky?
Your urge to discard the distinct thing making you cry.
Your fingers want to sway to the chords of the tuning guitar:
And your feet in sync to every beat the violinist plays.
The texts of chemical reactions of mercury, copper and rubidium should have long parted away-
Maybe your sky has got a different name, a different colour- a different versatility:
Apart from the indifferent ways is a place where your universes combine.
Your tulips, your dandelions- the chrysanthemums as well:
Ever consistent in faith: their petals playfully entwine.
Red skies, blue skies.... What is the name you give to your sky?
Your sky meeting the universes of uncountable galaxies;
Your sky uniting the continents and the tiniest islands-
Your sky connecting your souls overseas.
~ seven skies
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An Aurora over the Skyline
PoetryPoetries soothe better than anything: and how tempting and ecstatic does your heart feel to read quotes that you could relate to? And, what about self-development, the verses that give you a sense of confidence and an essence of bliss in the stresse...
