When walk in the morning
I cannot keep my eyes off the sky
The brushstrokes in the clouds
The cool blue stretching
Up
and Up
and Up
And I imagine your fingers brushing--
Sweeping through the wisps of cloud
Masterpeice
when I walk in the morning
I can't keep my eyes off your sky
Wednesday, March 7
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