Open skyA Poem by ScottieJust a little pieceNothing but the open sky. Your mind gets lost into the abyss. Staring, staring, as the feeling of so much space begins to overwhelm you. The lightning crashes and lights up the entire sky It's an early fourth of July. Not much you can do, but stare, and feel the peace surround you. The serene feeling of a small man under the infinite blue. Oh my oh my what can one do? But enjoy the feeling of catching a mewtwo. Wait, what? Nothing is better. Than sitting on the porch with an Open Sky. © 2009 ScottieAuthor's Note
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