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Anology

By , Elk Rapids, MI
He looked up at the sky, It was blue.
It was always blue.
Occasionally a few whispers of white would wisp through,
but not today.
No Today the sky was blue.

Never gray or white with the omnious feeling of a rain or snow storm.
Nope just blue.
A lot of people would consider him lucky,
lucky to always be able to look up at the sky and see blue skys,
however he considered it a mistake, a horrendous burden.

He never saw gray monsterous clouds
ready to shower the land with shards of rain,
or even the occasional glorious sunset.
No he didn’t even see sunsets with their pinks, purples, oranges,
and their overall feeling of awe and amazement.
No he only saw blue skys,
Never ending blue skys.





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