Sky, so very shy
shy turns to cry
crimson tears,
turn pink on me.
I do not mind your crowd from a
distance, I rush them in thought.
You confuse shynesss, with confidence.
When I float down the mountain the river
as wide as one hair on the head I adore.
I fall alone, in bones of white, the grey are
my sisters, brothers they, are you as well.
Their skulls are linked together in chains unbroken.
I wink at you from space, looking at the ants...
making mountains from a hill, up above.............
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