Skies of life (TheHumbledPenman) Wk - 7

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Skies of life


Skies, burning in the morning light.

Skies, lost to all but sight.

Skies, filled to the brim with stars tonight.

Skies, bursting with hidden might.

Skies, under which we fight.

Skies, giving hope, that it will be alright.

Skies, filled with everything, but I never see fright.

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