Becoming The Sky - Poem by Niji Chrys
how much do you know of my responsibilities?
you little selfish clouds who wander aimlessly under my shade
i pretend to be dead and let the rays shine through
you think i am immovable so you play with thunders
the earth too failed to please me
it is filled with helpless ghosts who wish for my azure
they try to imitate my colour into frail diamonds
but how in hell can you make roses blue?
the moon and stars mocked at me
they said i lack patience
only because i submit to the darkness of night
aren't they aware their lights are dispersed by sleepy souls?
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