The sky, among other things, has many names in this world.
Blue. Grey. Like Silk. Like Clay.
Animated. Authoritative. Quiet, yet illuminated.
My self, among other things, has many sides to its story.
Blue. Grey. Like Silk. Like Clay.
Animated. Authoritative. Quiet, yet illuminated.
The ocean, among other things, has many names in this world.
Deep Greens and Blues. Gains only to Lose.
Expanding. Contracting. Peaceful. Demanding.
My self, among other things, has many sides to its story.
Deep Greens and Blues. I agree. I refuse.
Expanding. Contracting. Peaceful. Demanding.
Countless seconds.
Minutes.
Hours.
Days.
Weeks.
Time devours.
Time, and time again, I ponder the way,
The way these things work, without reason or delay.
Do you know how things work?
Well I certainly think not.
But neither do I,
As one simply cannot.
Yet the sky still, among other thing, has many names in this world.
Blue. Grey. Like Silk. Like Clay.
Animated. Authoritative. Quiet, yet illuminated.
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