Under the vast sky
i often lose my self
staring above
looking beyond
the sky which belongs to none
despite It being free
claims and claimed by many
from lovers to rulers
from snatching
to buying
the sovereign looses its rule
i get lost
in its wild
Which doesn’t belong to me anytime
clueless yet searching
a soul watching
reflecting soul above
the sky is me
And I to him
in your wraps
of blue, pink and black
i cling my hopes
in your sceneries
of no moon
i hope for glowing sun
to me the sky
becomes hope
to the world
becomes its home
missing as i reside by
i look above in sky
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What is lost can always be found even if in a different form. 🌹
In that vastness that expands on all sides even below blocked from our view all things exist. A lovely write
And they that be wise shall shine as the brightness of the firmament; and they that turn many to righteous as the stars for ever and ever.
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