What Is The Sky? - Poem by Alex M.ller
A blanket for the universe dotted with spots of
A vast ocean, swirling with prayers on a journey to
Souls soaring swiftly into the vast beyond.
An artist's easel, covered with paint from the beginning of time,
Being covered until the end.
Forever changing colors, never staying the same.
That is what the sky is.
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