Outside the
window,
the sky
doesn’t doubt its
color for a
moment,
nor does it ever
moan any complaints.
Above the dark horizon,
the sky has
a soft, golden glow,
ever so
lightly dusted in pink.
The gold
fades imperceptibly into
the pale
blue of the winter sky.
The sky is
poised on
the cusp of
the evening.
The day has
passed by and the sky
Has done its
share, producing beauty,
While I have
not smiled or
appreciated
it nearly enough.
Tomorrow I
vow that I will make it a point to
sit and
stare into the sky.
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