There is a much bluer
much darker,
much clearer, clouded, rainy, stormy sky,
there are
more brighter moons, suns, and stars than the ones we know.
A woman's open sky
has been
forgotten,
unwatched, and
unexplored;
only a child
dears to watch and care.
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