We look at the same sky
but see it differently
Just like who are you supposed to be
Sometimes ugly, everytime lovely
But does everyone know how to read your soul?
No, probably
For they are just being the eyes who look into your tragedy
And they only acknowledge your storms ignoring your light
They just played with the verse without reading it right
Yes, we might not have the same story
But we can admire each others' beauty
And it's better to see someone in his fighting sun
Than to be unpleased with his struggling run
Oh wonderful sky
Please be my symphony tonight
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Stream Of Consciousness
Poetry'No one dives into the shallowness.' an arrayed thoughts of various themes; a collection of knotted perception mostly free versed micro-poetry Started: August 2020 Completed: November 2020
