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A poem inspired by looking out the window on a plane |
| The Sky Has Shown I float in the clouds In elusive shrouds Wisping around me I look below me Seeing nothing But white puffing Then something A glow of pink A blushing cheek The white Bursts alight What was smoke Is now astoke What was duller Is now full of color The sky has shown A brilliance I've never known https://www.ezekielstephens.com/the-sky-has-shown |