TITLE, Artist THE SKY’S LIGHT, Carolina Kok I built my house at the top of the hill. I laid it down, brick by brick, And before I was done, I laid on the grass, Looking up from inside my roofless creation. The clouds smiled back, A little acknowledgement to the creature that longingly stared at them, As if to say, “Hey, you’re okay.” So, I built a skylight instead.
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