The Sky - Poem by Kera Luna
The sky is the limit.
That’s what they say,
But everybody is broken in there own way.
I can finally see it!
The light at the end,
It’s a place where people don’t break or bend.
It’s called paradise
And it is beautiful in my eyes
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