clear skies sometimes
like a blank sheet of paper
without a mark
like a YM without a message
like a poem without a comment
like a day without any hello
clear skies sometimes
but mostly blue clouds
and dark clouds come as nature's
guests and you begin
to like them and they become
so ordinary
a common day for you
learning to live just the
way nature does it
for you and you
say nothing at all
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