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The Sky Is My Home

Change is pulsing through purple and pink skies,

flying and fawning over clouds that change too,

telling stories as the stars come home,

to let the sun rest.

The sky is my home,

but I visit so many places,

in pursuit of you,

that sometimes I am lost.

My eyes close and I visit somewhere new,

brave blue waves that roar at the defiant sand,

echoed rain that longs to be close to the leaves of dark and dramatic jungles.

There is only nature,

in the places I venture,

except for the moments when you join me,

and I remember that my heart and I are not alone.

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