Tuesday, June 10, 2014


Hello Sky, you present yourself in many ways,
From blues and omnipresent radiant hues
I am beneath you, yet, you are so kind to kiss my lips after eating chips made by Lays.

Launch me through your bags of pillows, let not me stand erect like a crane, it misses your height, allow me to be in your wings and soar like cranes in flight.

Squawk, oh how the ground balks,
Your bountiful space is a playground to many courageous hawks.

For even when I'm buried in your rival,
You'll still be watching over me, despite my man-made titles.

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