Eyes glued on the gray below
Tiny Shadows moving slow
Tired from the slumber deep
Awake from the grind ahead
Canvas turning blue above
Churning gold at horizon far
Finally hatching life from dark
Today it wandered, more than usual
With the beautiful moon, on its sides
With the Mighty Sun, on its beak
The heights it enjoyed, after a long
Though somewhere inside its being
Sadness lurked, up in its breath
Surged and burning, as on the wire
The smoke of thoughts in the wind
Carried far to its own and dear
Touched its desire to reach and feel
Fulfill its need to be near them
Nice....
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