Lately I keep staring at the sky.
it keeps changing without anyone noticing,
like it’s quietly practicing how to be soft.
i wish i could do that for you.
It makes me think, one day i’m gonna grow wings.
Quietly.
and maybe when i do
I’ll finally reach the place
where colors are made.
i’ll push the blue a little wider,
scatter a few more stars,
leave a streak of gold where the clouds used to be heavy.
i don’t have much else to give,
but maybe you’ll feel it
the air a little lighter,
the sky a little kinder.
most people will just see another sunrise,
another night of stars,
but you’ll know.
you’ll pause, look up,
and something will feel familiar.
and if you ever wonder,
just remember:
i’ve been trying, in my own small way,
to make the sky prettier
for you.
-dmnd
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