How to conquer the blue

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Even though great masses of clouds may gather

Like a great conspiracy 

Trying to block out the sky

There still remains a blue;

A patch of periwinkle,

A sliver of sapphire there,

Wisps of clouds nothing more than cotton,

Thin and tearable bits of fibre,

Cobwebs so flimsy across the great blue;


So instead of being clouds

As fragile as they are,

Be the sun

That dazzles and captivates all,

The sun that blinds all 

To the blue above in an explosion of brilliant white light.


And should you still fail

To pierce the remaining shards

Of winking blue diamonds of sky

And should you fall

Tumbling, crashing in a fiery collision 

That ends in darkness

There you will finally conquer the sky

Bring its downfall

For without light, what colour can outmatch

The blackness, and absence of light;

Without light, there cannot be any sight,

Leaving only the night and all in desperate plight

Without the blue

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