• lostsoul_writes 10w

    I gazed upon the sky,
    One fine monday evening.
    Pretty was the sky,
    Painted in amber and blush.
    I saw the glinting moon,
    Peeking through the clouds.
    As the sun was sinking below the horizon,
    I found myself lost in deep thoughts.
    How brave is the sky?
    Looking always beautiful despite the hour.
    Curbing all it's sorrow,
    Within pretty clouds.
    Caging it's storms,
    Until it can no longer hold on.
    Then comes the cloudburst of misery,
    Clashing down the ground.
    In the form of rain,
    Little by little, then all at once.
    There's grace in it's pouring,
    Even when it's hurting.
    Falling onto the dry earth,
    Quenching drought's thirst.
    Showering delicately on the dying trees,
    Bringing them back to life.
    How altruistic is the sky?
    Turning it's affliction into another's ray of hope.
    I found myself smiling as I percieved the fact,
    That the sky and I are so much alike.
    I looked up at the sky with much pleasure,
    And float a word as a whispered treasure.
    Dear sky, don't you be dejected,
    For you and I are so much kindred.
    ©lostsoul_writes

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    Dear sky, don't you be dejected,
    For you and I are so much kindred.


    ©lostsoul_writes