Looking through these heavenly eyes.
The clouds seem to gather.
The sky, this blueish-gray sky.
The sun peeks over the clouds,
To bring a shine and infinite rain to this land.
Gliding out to an endless horizon,
Crossing these manmade platforms,
Who knows where the roots are?
To fall, to dive deep into never-ending amythest purple.
To wander free in these cloudy spires.
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