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Crisp Blue

Today, I seek a clear- cut sky- 
Emptied empyreal blue bowl
that stretches thoughts thrown high.
Transcends that endless flow
of clouds carrying, to and fro,
Spring season's rain, hail, snow.

Posted 2017.

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