The sky,  blue sky

The dark shroud alibi

Unable to hide its indepth abyss

 Releases, wet colorless hues

What repenting gladiators feel that the sky doesn’t?


The sky, red sky colorplay, receding

Horizon’s hairline or a balding sunshine expressing

 A thousand brushes failure

What legends of artistes could that hue-mix capture?


If the sky could be true to its emotions

And show us

 Why my soul would you not live through transformations,

 And celebrate thus?


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