The Sky
The sky is amazing with its colors and limits,
And how it can change over a matter of minutes
It is bizarre to see what falls below,
There can be rain, sleet, ice, and snow.
But sometimes there are complications,
And some believe they are exaggerations.
In reality, the sky is falling.
Falling and failing
Who knows when this will end?
Or is this the end?
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