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Painter of the Sky

There is a painter of the sky

hidden behind the dome so high.

Gently and intentionally,

his brush strokes for my eye,

Sweeter than a child’s lullaby.

Could you create something so bizarr,

bizarr in a heavenly way?

A sky that only reflects the blue sea

not graves nor scorched earth

or other man-made misery?

Who is this painter hiding himself?

Showings his art but not his face?

inspiring everyone with it’s grace,

including humble few poets like myself..

At first sight,

does it resemble a mirage, a fading lie,

or does it reflect the beauty of the painter,

this beauty of the sky...