Perfect Sky
clear is my perfect sky, the color of the tears I cry, waiting for the clouds to clear, finally the sun
appears, tears of joy race down my face, this blissful occasion has taken place.The feeling
when the sun descends, like having a knife in every limb, Again I resume my designated state,
whenever my perfect sky is missing or late. Before it departs I remonstrate to leave my heart.In
vain was my pleading, for it took my heart before leaving. Here I sit watching the night wishing
that I could take flight. to go high in the sky like a balloon, To chase the sun and erase the
moon.Never am I happy at night, for the moon is never the same twice.
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