Now the skies
fall to the ground,
Spreading wide
without a sound.
As the sun
above burns down,
Watching as blue
pools all around.
What's to be
as shallows rise,
Consuming souls
nearing all highs.
Fly me over
and just past gone,
I'll dive right in
and rise beyond.
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