look at this sky,

marmorean blue.

under scintillant sun, shines

on this Earthly hue.

hidden from above,

where all is dark down,

our minds happily hover

destroying all around.

oh, blessed are our days!

for not finding others outside

or the shame would clay

our sorrows behind.


look at this sky.

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