A perfect sea of See-through blue
Parades the sky, in summers hue
A touch of balm, a brush of light
Strike childhood with second sight
And I am stretched away from time
Softly warm in cotton candy skies
In playgrounds free of axis's
Floating in technicolour happiness
such a perfect symphony
of a living days being
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Mmmm. You paint a pretty picture, I know those beautiful skies, and thank you for parting the clouds to again, view them!