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The Sound Of The Sky
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Ongoing, First published Aug 11, 2015
The voices I hear are silent,
Clouds that clear away,
The great meadow disappears under me,
My eyes look up at the sky

Wish people goodbye who were gone,
Tears trickle down my face
I smile in sadness

Wind breezes around me and whispers gently near my ear,
I feel the world bends its fingers to comfort me
Nature is me and I am nature

Now the sky is silent to my grieving heart
Why people have to go while I stay?

There is no comfort around things I see but only the quiet sky,
I almost can hear the sound of the sky that races long and forevermore...

The sound of the sky is there when I stare at it,
The feeling of peace from seeing the blueness of the sky no matter if I am sad

That is the sound of the sky
If I listen carefully for the sound of the sky,
I can hear the sound of melancholy and strange  tranquility
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