Very often,
it is my joy
to throw
my mind
into the vast
white skies.
This afternoon
as the sky was
becoming dark
i wanted to save
a bunch of white
and fine skies.
Behold! ! i have it.
I shall treasure
this softness
and beauty
of the white skies
in my soul
and caress it
the whole
night through.
(Graphic: catching
the white skies, Poem Hunter)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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