A Perfect Sky

It was one of those nights,

The sky tinged with an

Orange hue, yet the darkness

Of the night meshed with the

Intruder.

A light snowfall fluttered down

To earth, as if the sky was blessing

Us with its beauty.

The breeze stood still, hovering

In the still air, not daring to interrupt

What had been created.

And we just enjoyed the view,

The buildings in the distance,

Made of glass, lost in the sky.

Reminding us of where we could go,

Rather than remind us of where we

Came from.

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