Life · Poetry

Purple Sky

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I was born from the clouds
I’m a child that survives off hope
My sky is purple
Sweets drops of rain
And warm sunbeams
I’m happiest when the stars call my name
More faithful when rays touch my face
I understand the voices of the wind
The pain of mother nature
My purple sky
Your how I survive
My purple sky
You’re how I live
You speak to me
And I understand
And I can get all dressed up in fabrications
But when I finally learn to bear more than my own truth
That is when I will be truly fulfilled

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