the skies out of the window, bright and glaring, blue, topped with white fluffs as clouds.
beautiful as they might be, white of purest, blue of deepest,
yet the blue and the white moved with differing velocities,
hence unable to coexist within the same view of a sky.
they shall change eventually
into a land, so vast, a sky so dark
and to the other, crimson with passion, a breathtaking sunset.
incidentally, looking into another view of a different sky, far away,
lit softly in gentle shades of violet, such a marvel, such a wonder.
but those skies, they're just wishful thinking isint it.
PS:images are copyrighted. hm.
Labels: expression, memory
