The sky blue
The sky blue, oh how I adore the sky blue, to wake and see your radiant beauty, your expanse that fills my heart and soul with the possibilities of a new day, your giving nature allowing me to experience the comforting embrace of the sun wrapping itself around me, holding me tight, whispering in my ear everything will be ok.
Your blue hue white washed with a slight haze as if wearing a veil to protect us from your true self, as your brilliance and beauty may be too much for many.
Seemingly endless, I look skyward to take in all that you are, a backdrop to the world around me, the stage to life and endless possibilities, and I will play my part, knowing that you are there watching over me, the blue sky, how I adore you.
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