Saturday preceedsSunday
the weekends they say
days of rest to many
be that so? I query.
I have work every day
is it ? you ask anyway
Yes , there is the sky
all through the day.
Am I quixotic? in a way
I hear you mumble all day
I am out of mind all the way
you conclude in a day.
I have got the sky
I have got my eyes always
I look at the sky
gaze be the word in a way.
Gazing is my way
all through the day
I see the blue sky
then the grey one in ways.
The blue one is clear
I hold it dear.
The grey one is unclear
I consider it a drear.
The dark sky brings rains
indirectly a gain
the blue sky sheds light
instantly a glorious sight.
They say the sky is overcast
would it last?
nay, it would remain so for a while
then would resume its style.
Hundred more things the sky interprets
being a lovely diaspora
hundred more feels I could deliberate
the sky being my inspiration.
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