Painted Skies


This world is my open canvas,
Full of endless possibilities
And dreams. The skies would
Be the endless painted skies
And at night they would be a
World full of sparkling lights
That Wink at you. I would draw
Wings on flightless birds that
Didn't know how to take flight
Into the blue ocean. Violet
Skies and vivid colors paint
The world as if it too had
Emotions like you and I. But
If the skies ever did then
The twinkling eyes would disappear
From the atmosphere and
Leave the glittering ocean
Blank. This open canvas of
Mine can hold many possibilities
But I'd rather be floating in
The twilight.

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