Posted in Short Poems

Sky

She keeps expressing
Through her mystical drawings
Displayed in countless forms

On the deep blue canvas
With artistic strokes
Her expert finger paints

Clouds, her faithful convoy
Grey and red hues array with joy
Gold and silver form the linings

Her daily masterpieces
Set pace of life of the mortals
Is she messanger of outer worlds

Look up and just feel her presence
Instant connect is her benevolence
Seeker understands her parlance!

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