#WorldPoetryDay

It's the sky,
filled with infinite space,
no tangible shape or size,
truly metaphysical by essence,
miles away by distance,
no human presence.

It's the sky,
Rise of the Sun,
makes up the ambience bright,
Belief in God's existence,
during day, sights blue,
in the night, vague views,
stars come up,
throw up a twinkling sight.

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