The Sky
Looks like mother of pearl today
But tomorrow
Rain will fall
Like stones from heaven
Bleeding
All of its color away
Something so beautiful
So perfect
Changes
With the simple blowing of the
wind
It seems
We all do things in this world we
regret
Even things
That make the angels cover their
eyes
And
Sometimes
It feels like rock bottom
Has become
A bottomless pit
But the cards will be shuffled
And will eventually
Be stacked in your favor
The sky will smear with colors
once again
Purple will line its clouds
Crushed red splotches will bleed
into amber
Creating orange waves
Dripping with pink
Like mother of pearl
It will be impossible
To not stop and take in
This poem is from my book : Petals Falling
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