Wednesday, July 18, 2012


The blue sky is so beautiful.
Fresh, endless cerulean color.
Birds have gone there, and pilots, too.
Inspires poets and helps sailors.
During storms, we can’t see the sky.
We found it when the storm passed by.

Evening sky looks so elegant.
Glorious parade of twinkling stars.
Comet flies with its bright tail so grand.
It inspires dreams, even in wars.
Red-eye flights in a dark blue space.
It’s full of mystery and grace.

It’s just like the limitless mind.
Unlike its non-visual look.
Most unknown; many parts we can’t find.
It is what shapes society.
There are bright ones; there are dark ones.
But minds do change in all the months.

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