soft sky

Soft sky, you’re a layer of grey. Why are you so grey?

Are you feeling the blues, because you sure aren’t showing the blues.

You’re a smoke machine, letting off those tones that settle like thick fog. 

If I blow strong enough will it clear your heart?

I’ll give it a go, I want to see a hole.

A hole seeping a whole lot of blue from grey. 

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