The sky is always dark hiding our secerts of answers and questions.
The stars itself is like the skies way of communicating to use of there mystery.
But when do Gods tell us? Or when does the skies cry?
Does the rain signify the pain of the world that we as mortals have wrought?
All of our answers give us the notions of the changes in our physical and mental psychi. The sky turns dark because it is at peace for us to look up and gaze of the wonderment. The rain is the way nature tells the sky to let its emotion flow.
Yes yes you already know but I am wrong. Why well no one knows the truth to our world that we call home so does all these questions matter?
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Poetic Tales and Philosophical Days: The Creator
PoetryAs the Creator my mind must speak and must share what knowledge I give
