Mea Caelis Praedicere
Azure is the sky,
When, by my mind's eye,
I explore what may I,
Despite my divide.
Dull is the atmosphere,
As criminals escape,
May they come near?
Nay, they dissipate.
Only to worry,
Of what may come next,
I hurry to the sky,
And see the moon's crest. - Z.H.
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