Perspective
My skin is like a sky,
my bruises like clouds,
my tears like the rain.
My happiness like the sun,
to be taken in a gust of wind,
And expose my deepest pain.
I feel every element, every lightning bolt, every boom, every rage. I feel it all, with questions and no answers, the sky, my souls stage.
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