The sky was an easel
waiting,
to be painted on
with twinkling stars,
a golden moon,
and I splashed,
red,yellow and blue
everywhere.
Was the sky angry?
I didn't stick around
to show I care.
waiting,
to be painted on
with twinkling stars,
a golden moon,
and I splashed,
red,yellow and blue
everywhere.
Was the sky angry?
I didn't stick around
to show I care.
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