reborn sky
the sky is white correction the cloud in the sky is white seems to be eternal correction the color white seems to be eternal do you see what i see it is old near death the sky is drained spread out searching for a breath the birds the birds sing they sing a song that brings peace they sing a thing that looks smells & sounds like spring | the sky is still spread now even further it spreads now & light shines through it is the birds doing the colors that come of this in the sky not a rainbow but instead something far more it is something wonderful & vivid to the naked eye it shows strength & invigorates all it is their music the music that colored the dying sky. |
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