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Here are a few poems I wrote. I was pretty sad when I wrote these, but that's another story altogether. What do you think?
"Blue Sky Blues"
There is such a thing as a pure
sky, a sky blue as the ocean.
Yet why does the weather of
fate keep me far away from purity?
On that day, the sky was in turmoil,
and heaven refused to cooperate.
This brought tears to my clear eyes:
I insisted on the unreal Heaven.
A Heaven seen in a faraway place,
a dream, a trance. What I received
instead was rain, as if the World
cried, cried for us and our blues.
"Blue Sky Blues 2"
Rain pouring down to the tainted land,
the droplets eternal on the heart.
Rain not meant to fall on such a day
somehow causes a new sort of sky.
The pure blue sky is not only above;
it is also inside all of us.
Blue, unblemished, eternal: a sort-of
longing beating in the red, deep heart.
Stand tall, look above and see the...
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