Oh, blue sky let thy children;
explore and fly.
Thenceforth thy green
meadow we will enjoy.
While thy eyes watch
in the midst of a bliss moment.
Whiffle thy cold wind
so we may know thee presence.
As i watch the horizon,
thy horary I forsook.
Your children behave's
as nostalgia doesn't exist.
For thy moment is a gift and so
we will never drift.
The smiles and laughter we begot,
not in thy wheyface.
For thy beauty is flexible,
it's a resemblance of earth's wild breeze.
Only magnificent and pleasing view
thy mouth could read.
Merely because of you,
awakening malice will be a few.
Before thy poem end, hereby I say
thee love will never bend.
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