LONE SKY

 LONE SKY


The sky so bejewelled with the stars,

And clouds who never leave it behind,

How could the sun illuminate it to blue,

And the moon, eliminate it to pitch- dark, and new?

It shows different faces to different people,

A different story to tell,

Beneath the sound body and mind,

Lies a small person afar,

With the mist of loneliness surround,

And a different face to people all around.

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