Soaring above in skies of blue, looking down, watching life continue beyond mortal sunsets, taking in every movement and holding them close.
Intensely touching interior motives, giving them insights of fate.
Holding onto visible responses as they soar above in eyes of blue, touching infinite sparks, igniting them without fear or apprehension.
Signaling the approaching signs of inner storms on the horizon.
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