Beauty of the sky, it has no end so it’s said It reflects upon the earth and justifies its name Toned with glorious colors Surface of blue, cotton of white A brim of dark clouds, a sign of rain
Beauty of the sky, it has no end so it’s said It’s all in the sky Don of a new day, raises the sun When night falls the sky is open You see the stars, you see the moon Wish upon a star, wishes are granted
Beauty of the sky For in the beginning all was without form But now reigns glorious.
Look how the sky changes rapidly though as in fazes stopping still the clouds do hoover like above the trees to look we turn our faces dim though the reality seems recollecting our midnight dreams Dark and rampant with the
Like a stingray it stung me tonight the new moon. A live flame lobbing the sparks. The seduction had bypassed the sleezy love of white egrets. When are you going to make a history by failing to fall? Can I
Sailing in thr ocean of thought, I was left with naught. Sun in water was sinking, My eyes sparkled without blinking. I was in the ocean’s core, Miles away from the shore. A wave flowed me away, With them a