it's 6:59p.m. and the sky is on fire
it's so beautiful that the clouds
they blush
the leaves turn greener
as though jealous of the closeness of the clouds and the sky
but little do they know
the sky is far, far beyond the reach of anything
it's untouchable
beautiful and unattainable
YOU ARE READING
the flavour of air
Puisii fell into the beauty of the most dangerous weapons; words
