Sky Changes Sea Color
Years add on and still are not free,
Earth's jewelleries are precious golden;
Yet are seen deemed with worth are cling .
In all the fumbles, ponder within;
As worth what to bring,
But lights on,dark stool and none are full.
Keys jingling, fears sprout at sea,
Horses are ruin, sheep are therein.
Despite all the taunts, hopes lean on far,
The fears not gone but loosely are free;
Like cards of gamble,
Cloud is free, why then not fly?
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