Painted Skies
A sparrow flies,
Through painted skies.
Shades of glorious blues.
Wings spread wide.
He softly glides,
Through the painted sky.
Over oceans,
Waves in motion.
Through the painted sky.
Through the clouds.
Small but proud.
In his painted skies.
He sings a song,
Blissful and strong,
Of the painted skies.
Skies of blue,
So pure and true.
He sings of painted skies.
Copyright © Danielle Merkley | Year Posted 2015
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