The mind and the sky are the same,
as both are sometimes cloudy,
with undecipherable doubts,
Once cleared, then Sun shines,
in these territories; one visible,
with blues all over its naked truth,
dazzling stars to mock at its worries,
The other one has the monitoring face,
which displays the infectious cues,
reflecting on everyone who encounters,
twinkling eyes guarded with goal liners,
the mind and the sky are the same.
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