The Sky
The Sky is blue,
And the clouds pink,
Soon the sky will be all hues,
And then black as ink,
The stars are now twinkling,
And the sky inkening,
With this the place looks like paradise,
I say so because I saw it with my own eyes,
But this isn’t satisfying enough,
Till you see the clouds made of fluff,
And there goes a comet zipping past,
Like the wind it went so fast,
In no time did it disappear,
Even before I could at it peer,
But now Nyx is hear,
Whom almost all children fear,
Now it’s time to go to sleep,
With happy memories of the day to keep.
06/16/2020
Copyright © Rashi Soni | Year Posted 2020
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