i.
pyrotechnics spark
anger in bright light
firing bolts of electricity
roaring through
tennor and bass voices
thundering between
thick mammatus
cotton wool
stuffed in the blackest hate
just weather, much like humanity
ii.
nursery rhymes and songs
keep beat to skipping ropes
hopscotch and marbles;
after the swing is left
laughing tears of joy
in the summer ultra violet rays
of pure happy, energy;
drifting to a milky dreamworld
in galaxies of fairy lights and
gloworms spinning circles
like an innocent game
of ring a rosies
just before bed time
I am the sky, much like a playground
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