Pastel Skies


She loved the sky.

She liked the pastel pinks
and pale blues at dusk,
as the sun fell and
the moon painted
blue upon blue
on the vast easel,
one stroke at a time.
It made her feel light,
but hopeful as well.

She loved the sky.

She knew nothing
with certainty,
but the sight of the stars
made her dream, and
she loved them
too fondly to be fearful
of the night.
Even the brightest
will not drown
in the moonlight.

She loved the sky.

She liked the warm,
earthy smell of rain
on the ground,
as the sky quivered
with madness and rage,
igniting the sky
devoid of mercy.
Because even nature needs
to sceam, sometimes.

She loved the sky,
in those moments.

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