Did you see the sky today?
Did you stop somewhere on your way?
I did, but they thought me strange;
They stared at me like I was derange –
From the traffic man to the vendor man
All around their gazes ran –
Save for the paupers who everyday sit,
By the side of the road never to quit.
Back in the hills from where I come,
Beyond one’s wildest dreams maybe to some –
Blue skies by day and diamonds by night;
How I wish in me lies the might
To tear from the canvas off a fragment,
And share this piece of sentiment –
How when stainless stretch the big blue sky,
My heart stops still and my worries die.
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