On Looking Upon the Sky

That bluish pot is far in infinit’es streamed up cloudy flight,
with skillful light and myriad stars when gloomy darkness our’s night
Quavering birds with shaking wings;they fleeting above prolonged sky
Eternal your’s and stillness surely timed; which nought in we yet why?
                                                   Nithin purple

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