An empty sheet of cobalt hangs high
Flawless, not a single cloud in place,
I gaze, my spirits strong, reminsicing all the blue skies
All the happy days, all my thoughts in pace.
*
The happy times trickle by,
A gentle stream of happy contemplation,
The days that time always seemed to fly
With my future as my only explanation
*
Times filled with uttermost buoyancy
Times filled with untold pleasures
Life never seemed to disagree
With all my new found treasures
*
This had become
my care free time
No worries or strife for me to call mine
Just a flawlwss sky.
And my thoughts simmering up high.
Into the clearless abyss
Of a deep blue sky.




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