I looked up at the sky today
It was that beautiful blue
The one you always hopeful on summer days
It was clear too
Not a cloud in sight
Well, except for one
The little spot of white mist
Looking out of place
It just hung there
And yet,
While it was alone
Thousands of feet in the sky
It seemed so peaceful
Gently morphing into new shapes
As it drifted across the vast plane of blue
I look at it
I stare
I close my eyes and wonder
How something so alone
Could look so at home
Like it's happy to be there
I opened my eyes and looked around
The sky was blue
All blue
No imperfections in sight
Not a single spot
Of white mist
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PoetrySome ideas are formed enough to gain their own book, their own special moment. Yet, some are kept in the back of an attic, waiting to be heard and shared, even if they haven't been fully established. We should share them, bring light onto what we ma...
