The skyA Poem by LanaThe beauty of the sky Weights a pound of gold But is worth much more In our world of metrics And monetary economics The sky stands alone As a piece of art That is always gone It comes It goes It follows And then it's gone The clouds erase the last traces of paint And takes time to rethink its colors Oh if only we humans were the kinds to Renew our vows and valued letters Written in our hearts Valued ten times more Than a play written by Arthur Miller If only we could turn our red anger Into soft pinks that reminds you of cotton candy And our blue sorrow could be painted as beautifully As a summer nightsky, so deep and sparkling It makes you want to weep the last traces of pink The beauty of the sky Weighs a pound of gold While our hearts Weigh so much more In a world of pain and ugliness May we look up And say to ourselves I stand alone As a piece of art That changes Comes And goes Never to be seen again
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