they told me once the sky was the limit
a border set by eternity to endure the ages
but how can something eternal change
so quickly day by day?
covered in white and red and gray and black
i like it most in purple shine
for when the sun rises high and journeys through
i see eternal's only the flow of time
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SKIES (poetry)
PoetryA short but growing collection of my poems. I write for myself, to deal with my environment, to capture my thoughts, to tell and retell stories I live or dream. There is no specific genre of poetry I will commit to, there will be reflections on the...
