The sky so vast, so blue, so grand
A canvas painted by a master's hand
A masterpiece that changes with the light
From dawn to dusk, a stunning sight
The clouds that drift and dance above
Shaping and shifting, a story to tell
Of the winds that blow and the storms that brew
A natural symphony, a tale well-told
The stars that twinkle in the night
A reminder of the infinite expanse
Of the universe, so vast and wide
A humbling thought, a cosmic dance
The sky, a source of wonder and awe
A reminder of the beauty of nature
A constant companion, always there
A treasure to cherish, a treasure to capture
About the Creator
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
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