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Even the Sky gets angry
Let's be fair,
Even the sky gets angry,
As tender as it might look,
Awakening the moon,
And bringing forth the sun like a new born,
Dots of black still remain,
As creative it may be,
Drawing the meaningless but beautiful,
How clever it is,
Becoming a field for birds to fly,
It still gets angry,
Though it might stay quiet from dawn to noon,
But let's see what the evening brings,
Often in the Evening,
The sky gets tired of being mute,
Rumblings and Sounds,
Like it's time for battle,
Crying and screaming,
Even the sky gets angry,
I wonder what makes it furious.
Even the sky gets angry,
As tender as it might look,
Awakening the moon,
And bringing forth the sun like a new born,
Dots of black still remain,
As creative it may be,
Drawing the meaningless but beautiful,
How clever it is,
Becoming a field for birds to fly,
It still gets angry,
Though it might stay quiet from dawn to noon,
But let's see what the evening brings,
Often in the Evening,
The sky gets tired of being mute,
Rumblings and Sounds,
Like it's time for battle,
Crying and screaming,
Even the sky gets angry,
I wonder what makes it furious.
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