There’s a seed of vexation growing dark in sky. Never know
when it began or even when it ends.
There’s a pack of hatred contaminated the sky. Never know
when it started or even when it’s gone.
There’s a layer of sorrow painted in the sky. Never know why
it is there or even why it isn’t there.
There’s a spectrum of doubt filled up the sky. Never know
why it is so thick or even why it makes people sick.
There's only me, watching the sky. Never need a question why or a reason to stay.
There's only me, watching the sky. nothing to say, it let me dry.
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