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?