Sky Baby Crybaby
Armani Stewart
The pitter patter of the sky’s glistening tears against my window becomes the soothing sound of my mechanical senses The sky’s glimmering cries sets the mood of tranquility one can’t deny, yet ironically grows the weeping feeling of loneliness; the kind that lingers and whispers to the silent sheep that sleeps late at night in the protective embrace of its smooth white pillowy sheets The dripping of the sky’s translucent drops against the glassy pane instills a rhythmic lullaby that has lingering echoes, the deafening screech of its electrifying roar ringing and raging across the atmosphere, for all of the world to hear The sky’s dauntless outcry succumbs to a gloomy end Embarrassed, it begins to blush rays of fluorescent color, pigmented into its blue-grey skin, reflecting in its tear-filled puddles it left behind
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